The program printed on the page
Has reached its end, and now no eyes
But God's alone are on the stage.
The curtain falls; they walk away.
I have not yet begun to play.
Now comes a dark both thick and deep,
And misty paths before me lie.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And let me wake before I die,
That I, a-fasting through this night,
May taste again thy golden Light.
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