Many clouds do race to hide Thee –
Of friends and wealth and fame –
And yet through mist of tears I see
Appear Thy Golden Name.
Each time my father, mother, friends
Do loudly claim they did me tend,
I wake from sleep to sweetly hear
That Thou alone didst help me here.
Paramahansa Yogananda (orginally Mukunda Lal Ghosh) (1893 - 1952) India
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