Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild, God, in His mercy, protection is showing. Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child. Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing, Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled.

-Charlotte Brontë

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