Part 2 — 'YE KNOW NOT WHAT YE ASK.'
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One morn in spring, when earth lay robed In resurrection bloom, I turned away my tear-veiled eyes, Feeling the glow but gloom, And asked my God one boon I craved, Or earth were living tomb.
One autumn morn, when all the world In ripened glory lay, I turned to God my shining eyes, And praised Him for that day, When asking curses with my lips, He turned His ear away.