66. Superstition
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O LORD and Christ, Thy Children of the South |
| So shudder, when they see |
The two-edged sword sharp-issuing from Thy
mouth, |
| As to fall back from Thee, |
| And cling to charms of man, or heathen rite |
To aid them against Thee, Thou Fount of love and
light! |
But I before Thine awful eyes will go |
| And firmly fix me there, |
| In my fall shame; not bent my doom to know, |
| Not fainting with despair; |
| Not fearing less than they, but deeming sure, |
If e'en Thy Name shall fail, nought my base heart
can cure. |
Lazaret, Malta.
January 21, 1833. |