'GOD'S PEACE'
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My dream is at an end. Through the spring ⟨night⟩ the steamer carries me back to my city of ⟨reality⟩ and work. The dream is at an end, God's ⟨peace⟩ has failed, Greta is dead.
Was it a dream, or am I dreaming still? While ⟨I⟩ write this I seem to feel Greta's hand on my ⟨shoulder⟩, to hear her voice whispering in my ear:
'God's peace can never fail those who love.'
Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press
