Deborah Grice (British, 1974), Safehold, 2025. Oil and phosphorescent pigment on canvas, 18 x 24 cm.
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Deborah Grice (British, 1974), Safehold, 2025. Oil and phosphorescent pigment on canvas, 18 x 24 cm.
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O joy of creation To be! O rapture to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won, Though its smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love--The one Born for me!
I shall know him where he stands, All alone, With the power in his hands Not o'erthrown; I shall know him by his face, By his god-like front and grace; I shall hold him for a space, All my own!
It is he--Oh my love! So bold! It is I--All thy love Foretold! It is I. O love what bliss! Does thou answer to my kiss? Oh! sweetheart, what is this! Lieth there so cold!
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