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 A Prayer by Claude McKay 
						'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.
 
 Mine eyes are open but they cannot see for gloom of night:
 I can no more than lift my heart to thee for inward light.
 
 The wild and fiery passion of my youth consumes my soul;
 In agony I turn to thee for truth and self-control.
 
 For Passion and all the pleasures it can give will die the death;
 But this of me eternally must live, thy borrowed breath.
 
 'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling;
 I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep me from falling.
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