All the love, all the hate that bids me sleep

Posted on May 20, 2013 by bill gannett

All the love, all the hate that bids me sleep,
Wakes me to an angry laugh so complete
Eyes become bright with victorious song!
But sorrow of grace bids me weep and weep.

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