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Compensations

Not with a flash that rends the blue
Shall fall the avenging sword.
Gently as the evening dew
Descends the mighty Lord.

His dreadful balances are made
To move with moon and tide;
Yet shall not mercy be afraid
Nor justice be denied.

The dreams that seemed to waste away,
The kindliness forgot,
Were singing in your heart today
Although you knew them not.

The sun shall not forget his road,
Nor the high stars their rhyme,
The traveller with the heavier load
Has one less hill to climb.

And, though a darker shadow fall
On every struggling age,
How shall it be if, after all,
He share our pilgrimage?

The end we mourn is not the end.
The dust has nimble wings.
But truth and beauty have a friend
At the deep heart of things.

He will not speak? What friend belies
His love with idle breath?
We read it in each others' eyes,
And ask no more in death.

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If bow means you bend forward from the waist as you lower on leg behind the other lol then you go girl If not, we are not ready to let you go. So there :) Thank you for sharing Tia.
Why would you stand in front of the charging lion? ...could one say you raised that cub..to do your bitings...iip..brave is she who knows..as Anthony might still happen..braver is she whom does not know...and is not frightened...