... low cry of joy closer she crept, And on his bosom hid a face that glowed, Seeking amends for terror while he slept. She had been faithful: the beloved owed Love, youth, and gladness unto her who wept Gushingly on his heart. Her warm tears flowed A baptism for the life that would not cease; And when the sun arose, they slept ... — A Hidden Life and Other Poems • George MacDonald
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