[I thank thee God, that I have lived] Elizabeth Craven (née Berkeley) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Gasper, Julia. Elizabeth Craven: Writer, Feminist and European. Wilmington, DE Vernon Press 2017 pp. []-[].

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[ I thank thee God , that I have lived ] I thank thee God , that I have lived In this great world and known its many joys : The songs of birds , the strong sweet scent of hay , And cooling breezes in the secret dusk ; The flaming sunsets at the close of day , Hills and the lovely , heather-covered moors ; Music at night , and moonlight on the sea , The beat of waves upon the rocky shore And wild white spray , flung high in ecstasy ; The faithful eyes of dogs , and treasured books , The love of Kin and fellowship of friends And all that makes life dear and beautiful . I thank Thee too , that there has come to me A little sorrow and sometimes defeat , A little heartache and the loneliness That comes with parting and the words ' Good-bye ' ; Dawn breaking after weary hours of pain , When I discovered that night's gloom must yield And morning light break through to me again . Because of these and other blessings poured Unasked upon my wondering head , Because I know that there is yet to come An even richer and more glorious life , And most of all , because Thine only Son Once sacrificed life's loveliness for me , I thank Thee , God , that I have lived .