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The unity of truth and goodness
Our home, and the works of love
And beauty is a moral quality I find
That we hope one day will teach us
In you: I told them so, if they’d but
To hold truth more gently, touch
Hear, of the thesis and theme of
Beauty but grazing it just so and
My song, the tomb of it I build
See with eyes of peace and desire
And with you we dig it and we
Mingled the joys of life together,
Build it, the foundation sure and
Of our communing, of our summer
The time full but almost never
Late and winter near, of our snows
Enough, we look to each other and
And the warmth we found despite
See Him in ourselves, where He
The cold of December the year I
Does not hide, but can be seen by
Began again and answered His call,
The things he has made, our love,
Because he said become who I am.