On thy compassion I repose
In weakness and distress;
I will not ask for greater ease
Lest I should love thee less,
It is a blessed thing for me
To need thy tenderness.
—Anna Letitia Waring.
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RABIA
There was of old a Moslem saint
On thy compassion I repose
In weakness and distress;
I will not ask for greater ease
Lest I should love thee less,
It is a blessed thing for me
To need thy tenderness.
—Anna Letitia Waring.
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There was of old a Moslem saint