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AFTER-SIGHT.
If I had known that the tear-drops
You hushed with a bitter moan,
Bore up on their shining pathway
Your heart to the Great White Throne,
My love had solaced your anguish,
My reverence bent the knee;
But, ah! the godliest sorrow
Only a God can see.
You hushed with a bitter moan,
Bore up on their shining pathway
Your heart to the Great White Throne,
My love had solaced your anguish,
My reverence bent the knee;
But, ah! the godliest sorrow
Only a God can see.
