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Stick to God! Who cares what comes to the body or to anything else! Through the terrors of evil, say � my God, my love! Through the pangs of death, say--my God, my love! Through all the evils under the sun, say--my God, my love! Thou art here, I see Thee. Thou art with me, I feel Thee. I am Thine, take me. I am not of the world's but Thine, leave not then me. -Swami Vivekananda |
