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An
ancient Gaelic prayer
"As the rain hides the stars,
As the autumn mist hides the hills,
As the clouds veil the blue of the sky,
So the dark happenings of my lot hide
the shining of Thy face from me.
Yet if I may hold
Thy hand in the darkness it is enough....
Since I know, that though I may stumble in my going
Thou dost not fall."
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