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A STORY OF OLDEN TIME.
To rest on one another's breast; oh! Father, can it be
That we can need each other still?—each other—having Thee?
Yet even so hast Thou been pleased to weave us in one woof,
To bind us in one golden sheaf, that none may stand aloof
From these sweet sacred bands, and say: 'In having One above
So have I all;' that none may scorn his human brother's love
That Thou art mindful of, and thus since Thou hast loved us, none
That loves Thee best, may ever rest in loving Thee alone!"
That we can need each other still?—each other—having Thee?
Yet even so hast Thou been pleased to weave us in one woof,
To bind us in one golden sheaf, that none may stand aloof
From these sweet sacred bands, and say: 'In having One above
So have I all;' that none may scorn his human brother's love
That Thou art mindful of, and thus since Thou hast loved us, none
That loves Thee best, may ever rest in loving Thee alone!"
So spake she calmer: "He who made best knoweth how we feel,
So dare I show Him of the thoughts that never I unseal
To human ear, in very fear lest censure should lie cold
With our dead fathers in their graves, heaped o'er them with the mould.
Or follow on my living lord; nay, rather let this blame
Be mine that dared to give him more than he hath cared to claim.
So dare I show Him of the thoughts that never I unseal
To human ear, in very fear lest censure should lie cold
With our dead fathers in their graves, heaped o'er them with the mould.
Or follow on my living lord; nay, rather let this blame
Be mine that dared to give him more than he hath cared to claim.
