Take me away, and in the lowest deep
           There let me be,

And there in hope the lone night-watches keep,
           Told out for me.
      There, motionless and happy in my pain,
            Lone, not forlorn--
      There will I sing my sad perpetual strain,
            Until the morn.
        There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast,
             Which ne'er can cease
        To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest
             Of its Sole Peace.
     There will I sing my absent Lord and Love:--
             Take me away,
     That sooner I may rise, and go above,
     And see Him in the truth of everlasting day.

John Henry Cardinal Newman

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