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 God whose breast is rest In the time of strife, In thy secret breast Sheltering souls opprest From the heat of life;

God whose eyes are skies Love-lit as with spheres By the lights that rise To thy watching eyes, Orbed lights of tears;

God whose heart hath part In all grief that is, Was not man's the dart That went through thine heart, And the wound not his?

Where the pale souls wail, Held in bonds of death, Where all spirits quail, Came thy Godhead pale Still from human breath—

Pale from life and strife, Wan with manhood, came