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 * God knows is too deep and too tender
 * for speech.

The rapture of silence when two are as one,
 * Not all of the words in the language can
 * reach.

The sorrow at parting, the grief and the
 * tears ;
 * The pride when a brother we love has
 * been brave;

The meeting again after absence of years;
 * The anguish of soul as we weep o’er a
 * grave;

The bliss of forgiving the deepest of wrong;
 * The burden that’s borne for the sake of a
 * friend;

The joy of success when we’ve laboured for
 * long;
 * The dream of devotion that never shall
 * end.

What words can express them? What
 * language but tears

Can fathom the depths of a pure loving
 * breast?

Or! the love that grows deeper and sweeter
 * with years—
 * Life’s crown of contentment—the “better
 * than best?’’