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As with others, time and change and strife—<br/>
Morose time and moods of hate—<br/>
Have left their sombre scars upon our life;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But never yet our hearts have heard,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even at close of days unfortunate,</span><br/>
The utterance of an unpardonable word.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ardent, luminous sincerity</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was our wisdom and delight,</span><br/>
So that our fervid souls in verity<br/>
Tempered themselves as in a bath of light.<br/>
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We told each other our most humble griefs,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grief by grief, a rosary,</span><br/>
Told each other, weeping tears of love;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then confidingly,</span><br/>
At each avowal, with our lips we pressed<br/>
A kiss on every fault confessed.<br/>
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Thus simply, without weakness or despair,<br/>
We save us from ourselves and worldly harms,<br/>
And ward off suffering and gnawing care,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And see our spirits born again;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As reappear when washed by rain,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When sunlight sweetly dries and warms,</span><br/>
The purity of glass and gold of window pane.<br/>
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