Classic Poem

Tuam Domine Aurem bowed, and ex

My God, Avg nimble ear,
Your gentleness nompareille:
Responds me, for not more then
As paovre, and am distressed.

Guard, I pry my life,
For ay want to do well:
My God, keep your servant,
In the hope of living toy.

Alas, do you recorde
Favor, and mercy
To me, that so humbly
You invocque daily.

And gives joy to the soul
The serf, which you Lord proclaims,
For my Heart, O God of gods,
I esleve to cieulx up toy.

A toy my cueur ships,
For you are so good,
And ceulx full backup,
Which toy to go to appeal.

Doncques mine prayer
To reach your ears.
Hear because it is season
The voice of my prayer.

The torments me full of anxiety,
A toy I scream, & laments,
Pource to my sad voice
Responds souventesfoys you.

There is no God like toy,
Ny toy accomparable,
Do which sceust usiter
To imitate your works.

Every human creature,
Who has prins toy bill
Will glorify you,
And magnify thy name.

For thou art great in Wonderland,
And fays nompareilles things:
Also did you honor such
On Estre only immortal God.

My God, your monster Avg Voyes,
Affin that going droict Voyes me
And all my cueur not fainct
May fear thy holy Name.

My Lord God, your haultesse
I wouldst celebrate constantly
And your holy name I claim
Glory at all times.

Because you have to Avg unworthy
Big monster 'benign goodness,
Pulling my life bort
Bottom Tumbeau death.

My God, the wicked beset me,
A large trouppes protrude over me,
And seek to death veoir me
Without having to look toy.

But you're pitiful God,
Quick to mercy, and pliable,
Late in Estre irritated,
And large 'loyalty.

Pity doncq looks at me,
Baille your strength, and your guard,
Foyble servant to yours,
And thy servant soustien.

Quelcque gives me a good sign,
Astonished that my foes,
When will that toy, Saulveur,
Presteras me your favor.