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10. Oh, let Truth, the light of my heart. not my own darkness,
speak unto me! I have descended to that, and am darkened. But
thence, even thence, did I love Thee. I went astray, and
remembered Thee: I heard Thy voice behind me bidding me return, and
scarcely did I hear it for the tumults of the unquiet ones. And now,
behold, I return burning and panting after Thy fountain. Let no one
prohibit me; of this will I drink, and so have life. Let me not be
my own life; from myself have I badly lived,Neath was I unto
myself; in Thee do I revive. Do Thou speak unto me; do Thou
discourse unto me. In Thy books have I believed, and their words
are very deep.
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