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unwedded.
Having the whole, she covets no part:
Hers is the bliss of all blessed things.
The tears that unto her eyelids start,
Are those which a generous pity brings;
Hers is the bliss of all blessed things.
The tears that unto her eyelids start,
Are those which a generous pity brings;
Or the sympathy of heroic faith
With a holy purpose, achieved or lost.
To stifle the truth is to stop her breath,
For she rates a lie at its deadly cost.
With a holy purpose, achieved or lost.
To stifle the truth is to stop her breath,
For she rates a lie at its deadly cost.
Her friends are good women and faithful men,
Who seek for the True, and uphold the Right;
And who shall proclaim her the weaker, when
Her very presence puts sin to flight?
Who seek for the True, and uphold the Right;
And who shall proclaim her the weaker, when
Her very presence puts sin to flight?
"And dreads she never the coming years?"
Gossip, what are the years to her?
All winds are fair, and the harbor nears,
And every breeze a delight will stir.
Gossip, what are the years to her?
All winds are fair, and the harbor nears,
And every breeze a delight will stir.
Transfigured under the sunset trees,
That wreathe her with shadowy gold and red,
She looks away to the purple seas,
Whereon her shallop will soon be sped.
That wreathe her with shadowy gold and red,
She looks away to the purple seas,
Whereon her shallop will soon be sped.
