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O Lord, wouldest thou but grant me

The prudence of a serpent

And yet the innocence of a dove;

That I may learn to heed thee,

So pure as well as prudent

And well pass on thy goodwilling Love.

Wouldest thou but grant me meekness,

As lowly as a ewelamb,

Without the stubborness of a sheep.

Yet, wean me from my weakness

When crossing on a life dam;

That I my way may very well keep.

F.C. Bouter

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