Page:Twilight Hours (1868).djvu/312

268 Haste thee to bless me, my Father, for swiftly there cometh That which to us is the night, though to thee 'tis the dawn. How can I suffer my life with no blessing upon it ? Where should I turn for a blessing, but only to thee ? Thou art my light, O my Father, all else is as darkness ; Now, for my woe's sake, I pray thee, bless me, even me.