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RESTITUTION.
Her face was marr'd with lines of pain and doubt:
Love came instead of death and swept them out.
Love came instead of death and swept them out.
Within her breast rag'd tempest strong and wild:
Love still'd it into calm with, Peace my child.
Love still'd it into calm with, Peace my child.
Her arms dropt nerveless after their fierce strain:
Love lifted them, and they were strong again.
Love lifted them, and they were strong again.
er eyes were dimm'd with bitter weeping's awe:
Love's holy salve anointed and they saw.
Love's holy salve anointed and they saw.
Her eyes were deafen'd with the ruthless cry
Of foes, upcrashing sharp against the sky:
Of foes, upcrashing sharp against the sky:
Sweeter than silence came Love's voice divine,
Thou shalt arise again, for thou art Mine.
Thou shalt arise again, for thou art Mine.
Oh, the good word sank down into her ears,
I will restore the locust-eaten years.
I will restore the locust-eaten years.
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So, in Love's light her face transfigur'd shone,
And she grew very fair to look upon.
And she grew very fair to look upon.
O vineyard, wasted once of beasts of prey,
Thou hast put forth thrice-glorious fruit to-day!
Thou hast put forth thrice-glorious fruit to-day!
O jewel, flung before the trampling swine,
Love's hand resets thee in the crown divine!
Love's hand resets thee in the crown divine!
Maker, Redeemer, Sanctifier, Thou
Hast seal'd her for Thine own from feet to brow:
Hast seal'd her for Thine own from feet to brow:
And every noble pow'r and each bright grace
Flames in the perfect lustre of Thy face.
Flames in the perfect lustre of Thy face.
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