It's that time of year again
When the nights are filled with light
Penetrating hearts of men
Standing up to pray at night.
As the crescent waxes, so
Do the mercies from above
In their unabated flow:
Every mercy steeped in love.
Seek all mercies undeterred,
But the greatest mercy might
Be a supplicating word
In the silence of the night.
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