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Personal profile for user screen name: kichmon At morn, at noon, at twilight dimLady thou hast heard my hymn: In joy and woe, in good and ill, Goddess, Mother, be with me still. When the hours flew brightly by And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul lest it should truant be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee. Now, when storms of fate o'ercast Darken my present and my past, Let my future radiant shine With sweet hope of thee and thine -Edgar Allan Poe (The above information has been submitted by the author for use solely by the StudyBibleForum.com) |