The Trinity
Her prayer-books had repose.
One word her heart sufficed,
Scent of a hidden rose:
" Christ! "
To creeds her soul was shut,
For her confession of
The Christian faith was but
Love.
She craved no temple wall;
Between the sky and sod
Her happy world was all
One word her heart sufficed,
Scent of a hidden rose:
" Christ! "
To creeds her soul was shut,
For her confession of
The Christian faith was but
Love.
She craved no temple wall;
Between the sky and sod
Her happy world was all
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