Reason, have done!
Of thee I'll none
While face to face I see the sun.
Be thine the ray
To point the way
In darkness: but, behold, 'tis day.
Should faith divine
Forbear to shine,
Again I'll place my hand in thine.
For in thy sight
To walk aright
Is prelude to the perfect light.
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