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Like the low murmur of the secret stream, Which through dark alders winds its shaded way, My suppliant voice is heard. Ah, do not deem That on vain toys I throw my hours away. In the recesses of the forest vale, On the wild mountains, on the verdant sod, When the fresh breezes of the morn prevail, I wander lone, communing with my God.
Like the low murmur of the secret stream, Which through dark alders winds its shaded way, My suppliant voice is heard. Ah, do not deem That on vain toys I throw my hours away. In the recesses of the forest vale, On the wild mountains, on the verdant sod, When the fresh breezes of the morn prevail, I wander lone, communing with my God.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- Beckford (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
In print by 1888: recorded in A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888). Collection publication is an upper bound for this wording, not its earliest origin, composition date or the author's lifetime.
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 586 · printed citation: Beckford · subject: SUPPLICATION
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