Hopefully I'll not be far from this attractive scene - just five miles from home.
As the rain hides the stars,
as the autumn mist hides the hills,
as the clouds veil the blue of the sky,
so the dark happenings of my lot hide the shining of thy face from me.
Yet, if I may hold thy hand in the darkness,
it is enough.
Since I know that,
although I may stumble in my going,
thou dost not fall.