ACCEPT ME, my lord, accept me for this while.
Let those orphaned days that passed without thee be forgotten.
Only spread this little moment wide across thy lap, holding it under thy light.
I have wandered in pursuit of voices that drew me yet led me nowhere.
Now let me sit in peace and listen to thy words in the soul of my silence.
Do not turn away thy face from my heart's dark secrets, but burn them till they are alight with thy fire.

MY SONGS ABE the same as are the spring flowers, they come from you.
Yet I bring these to you as my own.
You smile and accept them, and you are glad at my joy of pride.
If my song flowers are frail and they fade and drop in the dust, I shall never grieve.
For absence is not loss in your hand, and the fugitive moments that blossom in beauty are kept ever fresh in your wreath.

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