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God love thee for the sweetness of thy word!

God love the twain of us, both thee and me.

He lives! Poor brother! In what land weareth he

His exile?

Not one region nor one lot

His wasted life hath trod.

He lacketh not

For bread?

Bread hath he; but a man is weak

In exile.

What charge laid he on thee? Speak.

To learn if thou still live, and how the storm,

Living, hath struck thee.

That thou seest; this form

Wasted