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'The soul is its own witness and its own refuge'
Unto the deep the deep heart goes, / It lays its sadness nigh the breast: / Only the Mighty Mother knows / The wounds that quiver unconfessed.
It seeks a deeper silence still; / It folds itself around with peace, / Where thoughts alike of good or ill / In quietness unfostered cease.
It feels in the unwounding vast / For comfort for its hopes and fears: / The Mighty Mother bows at last; / She listens to her children's tears.
Where the last anguish deepens -- there / The fire of beauty smites through pain: / A glory moves amid despair, / The Mother takes her child again.