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SISTERS STILL.
DO you remember, ay, love, even now,
How by the wintry fire we used to sit
Reclining on the many-coloured rug ?
We were good children always, so they said.
Too good, alas ! we had been better worse ;
But being as we were, were happy so,
With " Tell me, now, what in the fire you see ? "
" I see a mountain and a burning lake."
" You mean a burning mountain and a lake ? "
" No, no, a mountain and a burning lake ;
The lake where Sodom and Gomorrah burn,
And all the people in them burn and burn,
And then, and now, and evermore they burn."
" But that is dreadful : God is not like that ;
He says 'enough' sometimes."
