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Great-hearted child, thy very being _The Son_, / Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals; -- / For who is prodigal but he who has gone / Far from the true to heart it with the false? -- / Who, who but thou, that, from the animals', / Know'st all the hearts, up to the Father's own, / Can tell what it would be to be alone!
Alone! No father! -- At the very thought / Thou, the eternal light, wast once aghast; / A death in death for thee it almost wrought!