Evening Prayer
Their house—'tis man must bring the stones and rear it.
Aye, give to each his burden, as is right!
I grieve but, God, for this … Oh, read my spirit!
I fain would be a woman that I might
Give unto man the love his virtues merit."
Aye, give to each his burden, as is right!
I grieve but, God, for this … Oh, read my spirit!
I fain would be a woman that I might
Give unto man the love his virtues merit."
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