Restitution

At Truth's clear spring I stoop to drink again,And somber shapes of sorrow, sin, and painWithdraw. I rise replete, restored, refreshed;Stilled is my throbbing thought by fear enmeshed.Oh, joy that I in Love's pure depths may seeMyself as God hath made me, whole and free!

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