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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115709" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Last Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dreadful darkness closes in<br>  On my bewildered mind;<br>O let me suffer and not sin,<br>  Be tortured yet resigned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through all this world of whelming mist<br>  Still let me look to Thee,<br>And give me courage to resist<br>  The Tempter till he flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary I am -- O give me strength<br>  And leave me not to faint;<br>Say Thou wilt comfort me at length<br>  And pity my complaint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've begged to serve Thee heart and soul,<br>  To sacrifice to Thee<br>No niggard portion, but the whole<br>  Of my identity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hoped amid the brave and strong<br>  My portioned task might lie,<br>To toil amid the labouring throng<br>  With purpose pure and high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Thou hast fixed another part,<br>  And Thou hast fixed it well;<br>I said so with my breaking heart<br>  When first the anguish fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Thou hast taken my delight<br>  And hope of life away,<br>And bid me watch the painful night<br>  And wait the weary day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hope and the delight were Thine;<br>  I bless Thee for their loan;<br>I gave Thee while I deemed them mine<br>  Too little thanks, I own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I with joy Thy blessings share<br>  And not endure their loss?<br>Or hope the martyr's crown to wear<br>  And cast away the cross?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These weary hours will not be lost,<br>  These days of passive misery,<br>These nights of darkness anguish tost<br>  If I can fix my heart on Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weak and weary though I lie,<br>  Crushed with sorrow, worn with pain,<br>Still I may lift to Heaven mine eyes<br>  And strive and labour not in vain,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That inward strife against the sins<br>  That ever wait on suffering;<br>To watch and strike where first begins<br>  Each ill that would corruption bring,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That secret labour to sustain<br>  With humble patience every blow,<br>To gather fortitude from pain<br>  And hope and holiness from woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus let me serve Thee from my heart<br>  Whatever be my written fate,<br>Whether thus early to depart<br>  Or yet awhile to wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Thou shouldst bring me back to life<br>  More humbled I should be;<br>More wise, more strengthened for the strife,<br>  More apt to lean on Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should Death be standing at the gate<br>  Thus should I keep my vow;<br>But, Lord, whate'er my future fate<br>  So let me serve Thee now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><div class=q>
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