"My sweet, my child, through all this night Of dark and wind and rain, Where thunder crashes, and the light Sears the bewildered brain, "It is your face, your lips, your eyes I see rise up; I hear Your voice that sobs and calls and cries, Or shrills and mocks at fear.…
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