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 1 Intro    |      the birds alight upon his hands.' I notice in these men'
 2 Intro,  1|        the pages with indolent hands that they may sigh over
 3 Intro,  2|     alighting on his brother's hands, I find pleasure in thinking
 4 Text     |      the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its
 5 Text     |       only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and
 6 Text,  8 |   Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all, and never
 7 Text,  8 |      gifts through its unclean hands. Accept only what is offered
 8 Text,  16|     myself up at last into his hands. That is why it is so late
 9 Text,  16|     myself up at last into his hands. ~People blame me and call
10 Text,  16|     myself up at last into his hands. ~
11 Text,  25|         he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant
12 Text,  50|     delay not!' We pressed our hands on our hearts and shuddered
13 Text,  50|      cry! Greet him with empty hands, lead him into thy rooms
14 Text,  61|    sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there is honey
15 Text,  61|    sweet things to your greedy hands. ~When I kiss your face
16 Text,  75|      face to face. With folded hands, O lord of all worlds, shall
17 Text,  78|    market of this world and my hands grow full with the daily
18 Text,  80|        of my life in thine own hands. ~Hidden in the heart of
19 Text,  81|         Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none
20 Text,  89|    never let him go with empty hands. ~All the sweet vintage
21 Text,  93|       on my journey with empty hands and expectant heart. ~I
22 Text,  98| struggle. ~Then take away your hands and silently put up with