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And we stood for a season Like gods outflung from chaos, dreaming That we were the king and the queen of the fire That reddened the clouds of love that held us Blind to the new world soon to be ours    Ours to seize and sway. AND WE STOOD FOR A SEASON LIKE GODS OUTFLUNG FROM CHAOS DREAMING THAT WE WERE KING AND QUEEN OF THE FIRE THAT REDDENED CLOUDS OF LOVE THAT HELD US BLIND TO THE NEW WORLD SOON TO BE OURS OURS THE SEASON SWAY
learning: That a happy man is a man forgetful Of all the torturing ills around him. When or where I first met the woman I cherished and made my wife, no matter. Enough to say that I found her and kept her Here in my heart with as pure a devotion As ever Christ felt for his brothers. Forgive me For naming His name in your patient presence; But I feel my words, and the truth I utter Is God's own truth. I loved that woman, -- Not for her face, but for something fairer, Something diviner, I thought, than beauty: I loved the spirit -- the human something That seemed to chime with my own condition, And make soul-music when we were together; And we were never apart, from the moment My eyes flashed into her eyes the message That swept itself in a quivering answer Back through my strange lost being. My pulses Leapt with an aching speed; and the measure Of this great world grew small and smaller, Till it seemed the sky and the land and the ocean Closed at last in a mist all golden Around us two. LESSON WE ALL SUFFER THE MOST IN LEARNING THAT A HAPPY MAN IS A MAN FORGETFUL OF ALL THE TORTURING ILLS AROUND HIM WHEN AWARE I FIRST MET THE WOMAN I CHERISHED AND MADE MY WIFE NO MATTER ENOUGH TO SAY I FOUND HER AND KEPT HER HERE IN MY HEART WITH AS PURE DEVOTION AS CHRIST EVER FELT FOR HIS BROTHERS FORGIVE ME FOR NAMING HIS NAME IN YOUR PATIENT PRESENCE BUT I FEEL MY WORDS AND THE TRUTH I MUST UTTER IS GOD'S OWN TRUTH I LOVED THAT WOMAN NOT FOR HER FACE BUT FOR SOMETHING FAIRER SOMETHING DIVINER I THOUGHT THAN BEAUTY I LOVED THE SPIRIT THE HUMAN SOMETHING THAT SEEMED TO CHIME WITH MY OWN CONDITION AND MAKE SO MUSIC WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER AND WE WERE NEVER APART FROM THE MOMENT MY EYES FLASHED INTO HER EYES THE MESSAGE THAT SWEPT ITSELF IN A QUIVERING ANSWER BACK THROUGH MY STRANGE LOST BEING MY PULSES LEAPED WITH AN ACHING SPEED AND THE MEASURE OF THIS GREAT WORLD GREW SMALL AND SMALLER TILL IT SEEMED THE SKY AND THE LAND AND THE OCEAN CLOSED AT LAST IN A MIST ALL GOLDEN AROUND US TOO
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