13. O spare me. Turn away thy angry face.
Give me breathing time. Do not kill me. That I may recover my strength.
Let me take repose and nourishment. He expects to die soon, but begs a little
respite from sorrow, so as to be able to rally and once more enjoy life before
its close. Before I go hence, and be no more. So far as this world is
concerned, death is a being no more; such a state awaits us, we are hurrying
onward towards it. May the short interval which divides us from it be gilded
with the sunlight of our Heavenly Father’s love.
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