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ments by narro stretches its arms to thought and action—— into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country ah赐予我力量
this is my prayer to thee, my lord——strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.
give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorroth to make my love fruitful in service.
give me the strength never to disoht.
give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
and give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy ht that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my poue, neht, are false and empty to the core.
as the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry—— i want thee, only thee.
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