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XXXIV
QUIA DILEXIT MULTUM
Yes! She is outcast from the world;
The decent crowd of rich and good
With scorn or silence pass her by,
Or bid her search the streets for food:—
Yet when the jewels are made up,
She shall be ransom'd, yet;
For she has loved Him more than all,
And He will not forget.
The decent crowd of rich and good
With scorn or silence pass her by,
Or bid her search the streets for food:—
Yet when the jewels are made up,
She shall be ransom'd, yet;
For she has loved Him more than all,
And He will not forget.
'Tis not He does not prize the pure,
Or disesteems the holy heart,
Or judges each the same as all,
Or fails to take His liegemen's part:
But that He sees us as we are
With calm of perfect eyes;
Reads sorrow hid in reckless mirth,
And smiles beneath our sighs.
Or disesteems the holy heart,
Or judges each the same as all,
Or fails to take His liegemen's part:
But that He sees us as we are
With calm of perfect eyes;
Reads sorrow hid in reckless mirth,
And smiles beneath our sighs.
The pitfalls set around the poor,
The impulse of the human blood,
The hunger-hounds that tear the flesh,
Unshared, unfelt, are known of God;
How very shame disarms the girl;
Hell hard by heaven in love,
The babe that the weak hands must feed,—
Are all confess'd above.
The impulse of the human blood,
The hunger-hounds that tear the flesh,
Unshared, unfelt, are known of God;
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Hell hard by heaven in love,
The babe that the weak hands must feed,—
Are all confess'd above.
Ah, strange such things on earth should be!
Ah, little arc of the great whole
That our dim eyes can measure here,
Harsh judgments of the happy soul!
The woman's heart in her yet lives,
And shall be ransom'd, yet;
For she has loved Him more than all,
And He will not forget.
Ah, little arc of the great whole
That our dim eyes can measure here,
Harsh judgments of the happy soul!
The woman's heart in her yet lives,
And shall be ransom'd, yet;
For she has loved Him more than all,
And He will not forget.
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