Chapter 52 of 100 · 65 words · ~1 min read

III.

They know thee beautiful! They know thee bitter! And all their eyes are full, O God! most beautiful! Of tears that glitter. Thou art above their tears; Thou art beyond their years; Thou sittest, God of Hosts, Among thy glorious ghosts, So high and holy; And canst thou know the tears, The strivings and the fears, O God of godly peers! Of such so lowly?