The Lord is more tender than a mother, and I have sounded the depths of more than one mother's heart. I know that a mother is ever ready to forgive the involuntary failings of her child. How often have I not experienced this! No rebuke could have touched me more than a single one of your caresses.
My nature is such that fear makes me shrink; with love, not only do I advance, I fly.
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