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«ЖІНОЧИЙ СВІТ» 29 By Dr. John Yatchew My Purpose Come on, you troubles, tribulations, like wild storr That rage unharnessed up above, o’er land, o’er sea, Spare not your power, efforts great, which you put forth, Spare not my life nor me. For, as stands up long ages firm Gibraltar Roek, A target to the elements both warm and cold, So will I, too, withstand you all, divine resolved, In my great purpose, bold. Come on, you've made your presence known and felt so oft, Without my welcome, ’gainst my hopes, I prayed always That you keep off my sight; you heeded not my plea, But hung around for days, So now I’m ’eeustomed to And fifty thousand devel Of tempered steel, cannot As long as life prolongs. our sting, ’'m hardened grown, horned, with heated prongs uade me from my purpose All forees here, and if perchance “I nave not reached My worthy goal when I’m alive, and I deserve To fry in hell, if hell there be, worse than I’ve ра: Be nerves, ГІЇ steel my nerve, And carry on though fires burn and seoreh and rage ТІЇ hold my own when I am right, despite how fi The treatment, for, I believe, once resolved, "ів meet To press right on through knocks, reverses, pain and tears. ї THE ROBIN Hark, list а moment, do you hear, A voice a-singing in the morn When darkness steals away in haste Before the coming daylight born? It is the selfsame lovely bird, The faithful herald of the spring, Tis Robin Redbreast, dear old friend, Whose voice we hear at dawn to ring. It is the selfsame uncrowned king, Of the unbounded ether’s space, The singer who by copious chants Fills human hearts with joy and grace. It is the selfsame giving light Which ‘way in my own chilhood days Endeared itself to boyish moods, I thought it sang for me always. SING ME TO SLEEP Sing me to sleep, thou mystic 1 І hear thy voice traverse the ai "Tis whisp'ring softly in my є Sing me to sleep, thou maiden fair. Sing me to sleep and let me dream Of heaven far beyond my sight, Of paradise and angels bright, Where light of peace and good doth beam. leep and let me sail On wings of.faney through the space, Joy, hope and harmony embra In dreams to reach the Holy Grail. Sing me to Sing me to sleep, thou soothing voice, For waking life with sordid woes Oft very hard and weary grows, Please sing and let me there rejoice.
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