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Trust my father, saith the eldest-born; / I did trust him ere the earth began; / Not to know him is to be forlorn; / Not to love him is -- not to be man.
He that knows him loves him altogether; / With my father I am so content / That through all this dreary human weather / I am working, waiting, confident.
He is with me; I am not alone; / Life is bliss, because I am his child; / Down in Hades will I lay the stone / Whence shall rise to Heaven his city piled.
Hearken, brothers, pray you, to my story! / Hear me, sister; hearken, child, to me: / Our one father is a perfect glory; / He is light, and there is none but he.
Come then with me; I will lead the way; / All of you, sore-hearted, heavy-shod, / Come to father, yours and mine, I pray; / Little ones, I pray you, come to God!