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How far from home? I asked, as on I bent my steps—the watchman spake:
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"The long, dark night is almost gone, The morning soon will break.
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Then weep no more, but speed thy flight, With Hope’s bright star thy guiding ray,
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Till thou shalt reach the realms of light, In everlasting day."