The Human Inheritance The New Hope, Motherhood. By William Sharp |
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PAIN.
I am God's eldest:—I and Love are twin;We look for ever in the other's face;
Together our flight wings throughout all space—
Sun, Star, Man, God, alike we dwell therein;
Some far-off goal together strive to win.
But here on earth I leave the mightier trace,
Clasp hands more close with all the human race,
And weave the shadow-webs of joy and sin.
And most I dwell in the clear skies at dawn,
In marvellous eves when all the stars are bright,
In music e'er the sweetest chord is gone,
In woman's beauty still unsoiled and white,
In children's slumber in the morning wan,
And lover's vows and yearnings in the night.
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