Dear friend, the histor[ies] of our hearts
were not unlike in major parts,
But one in love and agony,
Till Love divine made mine most free.
I knew thy story ere 'twas told;
The way affection gains its gold
By furnace fires: the starless night
That brings the morrow calm and bright.
—MARY BAKER EDDY
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