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 To hide from our despair. One pure white Light is over all, One Spirit-Pulse serene, Who when we rise, and when we fall, Unmoved approves the scene. For Love is Lord from Heaven to Hell, Walks our red waves of sorrow; Love weeps beside us; all is well; Day will dawn to-morrow. Love weeps beside us, and within Love moaneth for our lot; Behold! his vassals, Death and Sin, Chained to his chariot! Love sleeps not, throned indifferent Upon a lordly scorn; He is the Man, whose brows are rent With sorrow's crown of thorn. God is the God-forsaken Man; He is the Little Child; His eyes with human woes are wan; And all is reconciled!