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<h2> A WOMAN’S HAND </h2>
<p>A woman’s hand. Lo, I am thankful now<br/>
That with its touch I have walked all my days;<br/>
Rising from fateful and forbidden ways,<br/>
To find a woman’s hand upon my brow;<br/>
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Soft as a pad of rose-leaves, and as pure<br/>
As upraised palms of angels, seen in dreams:<br/>
And soothed by it, to stand as it beseems<br/>
A man who strives to conquer and endure.<br/>
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A woman’s hand!—there is no better thing<br/>
Of all things human; it is half divine;<br/>
It hath been more to this lame life of mine,<br/>
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When faith was weakness, and despair was king.<br/>
Man more than all men, Thou wast glad to bless<br/>
A woman’s sacrifice and tenderness.<br/></p>
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