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THE SILENCE OF NAZARETH
How is it that I sought Him? For He speaks
So little to me through the weeks and weeks:
Then waiteth—and whatever I shall say
That He will straight obey.
So little to me through the weeks and weeks:
Then waiteth—and whatever I shall say
That He will straight obey.
The neighbours say to me how He is fair,
It is as music wandered through His hair;
It is ... and yet no beauty one should love:
He mourneth as a Dove.
It is as music wandered through His hair;
It is ... and yet no beauty one should love:
He mourneth as a Dove.
He will fare forth. His story He must tell.
While underfoot I feel the Dragon swell,
I rise as Deborah, though I am dumb,
And bid His Kingdom come.
While underfoot I feel the Dragon swell,
I rise as Deborah, though I am dumb,
And bid His Kingdom come.
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