WHO walks the flower-bordered paths of Love With soul attuned to nature's song, learns that The hand of Love is but the Hand of God. O Mother Heart, thy love has found the Way, The Truth, the Life; has banished Sickness, Sin, And Death; upon thy gentle bosom, Fear Is soothed away, and Sorrow comforted; Thy healing hand is stretched o'er all the world In loving benediction;—of a truth That hand of Love must be the Hand of God.
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