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But you are here unchanged. You say not so / In words, but when you placed your hands in mine; / But when I saw the same old glory shine / Within your eyes, I read it; and I know.
And when those hands ran up along my arm, / And rested on my shoulder for a space, / A sacred inquisition in your face, / To read my heart, how could I doubt that charm,
That truth ineffable! -- I set my soul / In hazard to a farthing, that you kept / The faith, with pride unspeakable, the whole
Course of those years in which communion slept.
Your soul flamed in your look; you read; I knew / How little worth was I, how heavenly you.