I stand a pagan in the holy place;
Beneath the lamp of truth I am found untrue,
And question with the God that I embrace.
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Spring hath her own bright days of calm and peace;
Her melting air, at every breath we draw,
Floods heart with love to praise God’s gracious law:
But suddenly—so short is pleasure’s lease—
The cold returns, the buds from growing cease,
And nature’s conquer’d face is full of awe;