My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
No part in aught they hope or fear!
God made all the creatures and gave them our love and our fear,
To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here.
Fear deathto feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet t.
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