Date: 1762
"Out of their hearts the dross remove, / Their worldly care, and worldly love; / As silver and as gold refine"
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Date: 1762
"Nor as a transient guest depart, / But dwell for ever in my heart."
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Date: 1762, 1868
"Hasten, Lord, the day of rest / From this indwelling sin, / Vindicate Thy church oppress'd, / And still enslaved within; / Burst our bonds, and let us go / From every thought of evil freed, / Pure in heart, and saints below, / And like our sinless Head."
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Date: 1762?
"My heart a cage of birds unclean, / Its old corrupt affections feels, / Its strong propensity to sin; / And God in me no longer dwells."
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Date: 1762
"That work of faith the novice blind / Would fain, on fancy's horse, leap o'er, / A shorter way to Zion find, / And fight with sin--when sin's no more."
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Date: 1762
" Far from the crowd / Of passions loud, / Thyself to me discover"
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Date: 1762
"Jesus, Thou that image art, / Seal Thy name upon my heart."
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Date: 1777
"Parents may, perhaps, paint it to themselves: they may see (through the mirror of a sympathetic fancy) the poor widow receiving her child from the healing hand of the prophet--a child fresh blooming in the beauties of a second birth."
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Date: 1968
"my mind a shuttle among / set strings of the music / lets a weft of dream grow in the day time, / an increment of associations, / luminous soft threads, / the thrown glamour, crossing and recrossing, / the twisted sinews underlying the work."
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Date: 2010
"His cell was a concrete box six feet by ten with one window and a steel door with a slot wide enough to slip his hands through but that was all, and most of the time he just lay there on his cot, his mind so blank it was like a pail with nothing in it."
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