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39 The dark days of Winter! The storm and the rain, The joys that have vanished, the hopes that were vain; Their shadow remaineth—yet fear I no ill, For Goodness and Mercy have followed me still.

So the days of my life shall flow on like a dream Till the Light glimmers far on the dark silent stream, Though dimly I see it—yet fear I no ill, For Goodness and Mercy will follow me still.