TO M. T. B.
Out of the Heart of God to meYou came, to clasp a hand unknown,Dear generous one; why, you have grownInto my heart through His,—a trinity we have become.
You knew me not, and yet your handClasps mine and we are one;The currents meet along the silver strand,So generous one, to me you cameOut of the Heart of God.
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