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Come through the gloom of clouded skies, / The slow dim rain and fog athwart; / Through east winds keen with wrong and lies / Come and lift up my hopeless heart.
Come through the sickness and the pain, / The sore unrest that tosses still; / Through aching dark that hides the gain / Come and arouse my fainting will.
Come through the prate of foolish words, / The science with no God behind; / Through all the pangs of untuned chords / Speak wisdom to my shaken mind.
Through all the fears that spirits bow / Of what hath been, or may befall, / Come down and talk with me, for thou / Canst tell me all about them all.
Hear, hear my sad lone heart entreat, / Heart of all joy, below, above!
Come near and let me kiss thy feet, / And name the names of those I love!