"That which you bestow freely and willingly will bring you all the happy luck that a grateful universe knows how to return."
"Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee."
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Source: Nearer, my God, to Thee. Poem by Sarah Fuller Flower Adams, hellopoetry.com. 1841.
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