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We are in Thee who art strength: / Give us Thy strength! / We are in Thee who art love: / Give us Thy love! / We are in Thee who art power: / Give us Thy power! / We are in Thee who art peace: / Give, Lord, Thy peace! / We are in Thee who dost wait: / Teach us to wait! / _Litany of the Wood._
There were three men in the large square, solidly furnished room. Two of them were talking; the third was silent. It was a comfortable room――a library well filled with books. The men who talked were the host and his guest; he who was silent was the secretary, who wrote in the large bow window looking on the terrace, where sparrows quarrelled in the ivy, and the daffodils and nancies nodded in the soft blustering wind of late spring.