God, though to Thee our psalm we raise. No answering voice comes from the skies;. To Thee the trembling sinner prays. But no forgiving voice replies;. Our prayer seems lost in desert ways,. Out hymn in the vast silence dies. We see the glories of the earth. Night to a myriad world gives birth,. Yet like a lighted empty hall.

Oh, but I already do. He pulled the sword from her hand and let it drop to the floor again. His voice bellowing across the empty chamber as a few emerged from the wooden doors at the other end. Take her away! He shouted at her. And that you shall be forever, but not mine came her reply as she disappeared through the doors. The King asked loudly, pushing the man down to the ground. Another man came running, Sire, we beg you to understand.

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