In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence
O Lord,
Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears
My troubles all are Thee before,
My longings and my fears
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O Lord,
Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears
My troubles all are Thee before,
My longings and my fears
At midnight
Run in your ears
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!