  Where wert Thou, Master, ’mid that rain of tears, When grey the waste before me stretched and wide, And when with boundless silence ached mine ears? “Child, I was at thy side.” Where wert Thou when I trod the obscure wood, And one lone cry of sorrow was the wind, And drop by heavy drop failed my heart’s blood? “Before thee and behind.” Where wert Thou when I fell and lay alone Faithless and hopeless, yet through one dear smart Not loveless quite, making my empty moan? “Son, I was in thy heart.” |
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