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Let me never lose (illegible text) hold of hope when
mist of depression steals upon me blotting
out the light that is in my heart and the flower
of love droops in lassitude. In the night of
weariness let me give myself up to sleep without
struggle, resting my trust upon thee. Let me
not force my flagging spirit into a poor
perf preparation of thine worship. It is
thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired
eyes of the day to renew its sight in a
fresher gladness of awakening.
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