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I question not, Beloved, nor deny / That you had God's own right of punishment; / Yet now my sins and days are over and spent / Find you the hours so pleasant that go by?
Would not the colour of the fields and sky, / The odour of the woods, bring more content / Now, if a little pity had been lent / Then, unto love, to judge a life awry?
Upon a day the young June grasses seem / Quite still that keep the edge of the still stream; / I think you go down close to them, and say: / "O little grasses, waiting patiently, / I come to tell you this is God's decree: / '_I comfort him who suffered yesterday? _"