Hears our weeping any more?
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‘Two words, indeed, of praying we remember,
And at midnight’s hour of harm,
“Our Father,” looking upward in the chamber,
We say softly for a charm.
We know no other words, except “Our Father”,
And we think that, in some pause of angels’ song,
God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather,
And hold both within His right hand which is strong.