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my bedroom, and, as my midnight supplication, I repeat softly 

 with Owen Meredith : 



" Thou God ! before whose sleepless eye not even in vain the Sparrows fall, 

 Receive, sustain me ! Sanctify my soul. Thou know'st, Thou lovest all. 

 Too weak to walk alone I see Thy hand : I falter back to Thee." 



And then to slumber until the Cuckoo again awakened me. 



