Our strength it comes from the self-same space
As laid us low and stained our face
The willow’s weeping makes it strong
‘Gainst storms and winds and bitter songs
To live with heart laid wide with woe
Is to let what’s bright return to soul
Shafts and prisms of falling light
In chasms till now long draped in night
The cavernous meadow long left quiet
Comes to life now freshly inspired

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