Religion
O God, to Thee I yield
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Religion
O God to Thee I yield
The gift Thou givest most precious, most divine!
Yet to what field
I must resign
His little feet
That wont to be so fleet,
I muse. O, joy to think
On what soft brink
Of flood he plucks the daffodils,
On what empurpled hills
He stands, Thy kiss all fresh upon his brow,
And wonders, if his father sees him now!
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MLA
Brown, Thomas Edward. “O God, to Thee I yield.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/brown_te/90/.
Chicago
Brown, Thomas Edward. “O God, to Thee I yield.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/brown_te/90/.
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