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)

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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