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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.
