Oasis
O spring of my Content,
The parching days are spent.
Where'er your feeding waters move
There is the sweet increase of love.
I, wanderer in a wilderness
Starved of all hope and comfortless,
Now lay me down in groves of cool delight
Which you have nurtured, in a charmed night.
The parching days are spent.
Where'er your feeding waters move
There is the sweet increase of love.
I, wanderer in a wilderness
Starved of all hope and comfortless,
Now lay me down in groves of cool delight
Which you have nurtured, in a charmed night.
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