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10. O Truth, O Light of my heart, let not my own darkness
speak to me! I had fallen into that darkness and was darkened
thereby. But in it, even in its depths, I came to love thee.
I went astray and still I remembered thee. I heard thy voice
behind me, bidding me return, though I could scarcely hear
it for the tumults of my boisterous passions. And now, behold,
I am returning, burning and thirsting after thy fountain.
Let no one hinder me; here will I drink and so have life.
Let me not be my own life; for of myself I have lived badly.
I was death to myself; in thee I have revived. Speak to
me; converse with me. I have believed thy books, and their
words are very deep.