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330 But from our spirits they shall not be banished;

For on and on shall the sweet music pour

That was the soul of them, the loved, the vanished;

And we, who listen, shall not lose them quite

In that mysterious night."

THE ANGER OF BEETHOVEN

MOTHER AND CHILD

and Child! There is no holier sight

In all the realms of morning and of night;

And all the meaning of that word, ,

Shines in the tender glory of this sign.

The world learns Worship here; it kneels in awe,

Seeing a mystery, knowing a mighty law.

Sin cannot live in presence of this grace,

No least unworthiness perplex the place.