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LAMENTS.
Haste thee to bless me, my Father, for swiftly there cometh
That which to us is the night, though to thee 'tis the dawn.
How can I suffer my life with no blessing upon it ?
Where should I turn for a blessing, but only to thee ?
Thou art my light, O my Father, all else is as darkness ;
Now, for my woe's sake, I pray thee, bless me, even me.
