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God knows is too deep and too tender
for speech.
The rapture of silence when two are as one,
Not all of the words in the language can
reach.
The sorrow at parting, the grief and the
tears ;
The pride when a brother we love has
been brave;
The meeting again after absence of years;
The anguish of soul as we weep o’er a
grave;
The bliss of forgiving the deepest of wrong;
The burden that’s borne for the sake of a
friend;
The joy of success when we’ve laboured for
long;
The dream of devotion that never shall
end.
What words can express them? What
language but tears
Can fathom the depths of a pure loving
breast?
Or! the love that grows deeper and sweeter
with years—
Life’s crown of contentment—the “better
than best?’’
