Chapter 23 No.23

He is here, beloved, thy son! I put out my hand and touch him, and

the breath of the wind through the pine-trees brings the music of the

Gods to me. He is big and strong and beautiful. I see in his eyes as in

a mirror the reflection of thy dear face, and I know he is thine and

mine, and we three are one. He is my joy, my son, my first-b

            
            

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