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I have lived this life as the skeptic lives it; / I have said the sweetness was less than the gall; / Praising, nor cursing, the Hand that gives it, / I have drifted aimlessly through it all. / I have scoffed at the tale of a so-called heaven; / I have laughed at the thought of a Supreme Friend; / I have said that it only to man was given / To live, to endure; and to die was the end.
But I know that a good God reigneth, / Generous-hearted and kind and true; / Since unto a worm like me he deigneth / To send so royal a gift as you. / Bright as a star you gleam on my bosom, / Sweet as a rose that the wild bee sips; / And I know, my own, my beautiful blossom, / That none but a God could mould such lips.