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TRUE LOVE. 147
They cannot tell how7 Jesus oft
His secret thirst will slake On those strange freedoms childlike hearts
Are taught by God to take.
Poor souls! they know not how to love;
They feel not Jesus near ; And they who know not how to love
Still less know how to fear.
The humbling of the Incarnate Word
They have not faith to face ; And how shall they who have not faith
Attain love's better grace ?
The awe that lies too deep for words,
Too deep for solemn looks, — It finds no way into the face,
No written vent in books.
They would not speak in measured tones,
If love had in them wrought Until their spirits had been hushed
In reverential thought.
They would have smiled in harmless ways
To ease their fevered heart, And learn with other simple souls
To play love's crafty part. |
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