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George MacDonald - DejectionGeorge MacDonald - Dejection
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O Father, I am in the dark, My soul is heavy-bowed: I send my prayer up like a lark, Up through my vapoury shroud, To find thee, And remind thee I am thy child, and thou my father, Though round me death itself should gather. Lay thy loved hand upon my head, Let thy heart beat in mine; One thought from thee, when all seems dead, Will make the darkness shine About me And throughout me! And should again the dull night gather, I`ll cry again, Thou art my father.
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