kristel's soliloquy.
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Her love. We will not mourn or weep,
Or lock ourselves in wintry sleep;
But bide in peace heaven's large returns.
All that he has and is, who gives,
With whom no earth-born wish survives
To hoard his little grief or bliss,
God his great debtor surely is,
And pays infinity. Who meet
The coming fate half-way, and fling
Their blessed treasures at her feet,
Shall feel, through all her clamoring,
Her hard eye quail; she knows 'twere vain
To empty what God brims again.
Or lock ourselves in wintry sleep;
But bide in peace heaven's large returns.
All that he has and is, who gives,
With whom no earth-born wish survives
To hoard his little grief or bliss,
God his great debtor surely is,
And pays infinity. Who meet
The coming fate half-way, and fling
Their blessed treasures at her feet,
Shall feel, through all her clamoring,
Her hard eye quail; she knows 'twere vain
To empty what God brims again.
