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“IS IT NOT WONDERFUL?”
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VII.
“IS IT NOT WONDERFUL?”
Is it not wonderful that when we meet
The whole surrounding world-scene fades away!
We are sufficient each to each: we say,
“Now do the weary rest,—and rest is sweet.”
Thou hast the tenderness of Christlike feet
That flush with rose the worldly waters grey;
And I? God gives me manhood to convey
To thy time-frozen heart new vital heat.
The whole surrounding world-scene fades away!
We are sufficient each to each: we say,
“Now do the weary rest,—and rest is sweet.”
Thou hast the tenderness of Christlike feet
That flush with rose the worldly waters grey;
And I? God gives me manhood to convey
To thy time-frozen heart new vital heat.
So like two gods we blend our souls in one,
Lords of all seasons, kings of the wide land,
A queen and king with wedded hand in hand,—
Gazing triumphant at our long work done,
And fearless at the leagues that yet expand
Between us and the setting of the sun.
Lords of all seasons, kings of the wide land,
A queen and king with wedded hand in hand,—
Gazing triumphant at our long work done,
And fearless at the leagues that yet expand
Between us and the setting of the sun.
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