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Thursday, February 22, 2024

Poem: "Bittersweet" by George Herbert

Ah my dear Lord
Since Thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.
Ah my dear angrie Lord

I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve:
And all my sowre sweet days
I will lament and love.

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