And he said,Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.
Between the mysteries of death and life Thou standest, loving, guiding, — not explaining; We ask, and Thou art silent, — yet we gaze, And our charmed hearts forget their drear complaining; No crushing fate, no stony destiny! Thou Lamb that hast been slain, we rest in Thee.harriet beecher stowe
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