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I am a child of tender years. Nourish me from the
breast of Thy mercy, train me in the bosom of Thy
love, educate me in the school of Thy guidance and
develop me under the shadow of Thy bounty! Deliver
me from darkness, make me a brilliant light; free
me from unhappiness, make me a flower of the rose-garden;
suffer me to become the servant of Thy Threshold
and confer upon me the disposition and nature of
the righteous ones; make me a cause of bounty to the
human world and crown my head with the diadem of
eternal life!
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