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By Claude McKay   
Wednesday, 06 November 2013

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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