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A woman's hand. Lo, I am thankful now / That with its touch I have walked all my days; / Rising from fateful and forbidden ways, / To find a woman's hand upon my brow;
Soft as a pad of rose-leaves, and as pure / As upraised palms of angels, seen in dreams: / And soothed by it, to stand as it beseems / A man who strives to conquer and endure.
A woman's hand! -- there is no better thing / Of all things human; it is half divine; / It hath been more to this lame life of mine,
When faith was weakness, and despair was king.
Man more than all men, Thou wast glad to bless / A woman's sacrifice and tenderness.