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Fraternité.
The soul whose kindred yours denies
Was limpid once as water!
Who kept thee from the precipice,
Where sin with love-lips kissed her?
Through Him who granted Mary's peace,
Pray for thy wretched sister!
Was limpid once as water!
Who kept thee from the precipice,
Where sin with love-lips kissed her?
Through Him who granted Mary's peace,
Pray for thy wretched sister!
And thou, on earth most desolate,
Blame not the passer by thee,
Whose veiled eyes droop not out of hate,
Whose thoughts no love deny thee!
If custom-kept, she walks apart,
Her pity grows the stronger;
And louder echo through her heart
His words,—"Go, sin no longer."
Blame not the passer by thee,
Whose veiled eyes droop not out of hate,
Whose thoughts no love deny thee!
If custom-kept, she walks apart,
Her pity grows the stronger;
And louder echo through her heart
His words,—"Go, sin no longer."
If there are mountains in the world,
Are there not also valleys!
Where Love's blue standard swings unfurled,
There every true heart rallies.
Ranked in one hope, the difference dies
That keeps us from each other,
And underneath millennial skies,
Each man becomes a brother.
Are there not also valleys!
Where Love's blue standard swings unfurled,
There every true heart rallies.
Ranked in one hope, the difference dies
That keeps us from each other,
And underneath millennial skies,
Each man becomes a brother.
