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SECOND BIRTH
In darker days I trod a land
Of rock and thistle, briar and sand;
In darker days I bent my head
As one preparing to be dead,
And bore the burden of the light
In patience, hoping for the night.
Of rock and thistle, briar and sand;
In darker days I bent my head
As one preparing to be dead,
And bore the burden of the light
In patience, hoping for the night.
But now, since I have lived to find
The healing blossom of your mind;
Since I have lived at last to share
In love the flowering of your hair,
I ask no more of Time and Tide,
Being born again, and satisfied.
The healing blossom of your mind;
Since I have lived at last to share
In love the flowering of your hair,
I ask no more of Time and Tide,
Being born again, and satisfied.
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