For the dear God, who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.”
And then there is the poem of Christabel, another one of my very primest favorites. How many times the truth of some of them lines have been brung up to me in my own native land of Jonesville!
“Alas! they had been friends in youth,
But whispering tongues can poison truth.”
Alas! for the whisperin’ tongues that carry the poison of asps with them. Alas! for the hearts and lives that through their malice and whisperin’s are torn apart, and nothin’ can atone for their evil effects—nothin’, nothin’
“Can free the hollow hearts from paining,
They stand aloof, the stars remaining.
Like cliffs that have been rent asunder,
A dreary sea now flows between.”