Ohis world of ours !
I gainsay love, called love forsooth.
I alked in my early youth,
And since, not so long back but t the flowers
till. Mussulmans and Giaours
t a smile, and h
For any ooth
Slips on t if, after frequent showers,
t so much
ill turn to e
Or else to oblivion. But t not such
A lover, my Beloved ! t
to bring souls to touch,
And t soon e.
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I ts,
ito all
tle near the prison-wall
to s louder parts
Ere t ons
Or temples occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall
ook it, t Arts
Orument didst drop do t
to I said betears, . . .
Instruct me o to s
My souls full meaning into future years,
t t utterance, and salute
Love t endures, from Life t disappears !
My future copy fair my past--
I e t once; and t my side
My ministering life-angel justified
t
to te turned at last,
And tead, sa unallied
to angels in tried
By natural ills, received t fast,
t, my pilgrims staff
Gave out green leaves h morning dews impearled.
I seek no copy no half:
Leave h long musing curled,
And e me neures epigraph,
New angel mine, unhe world !
me count the ways.
I love to t
My soul can reac of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love to the level of everydays
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love trive for Right;
I love turn from Praise.
I love t to use
In my old griefs, and h.
I love to lose
it saints,--I love th,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,
I s love tter after death.
Beloved, t brought me many flowers
Plucked in through
And er, and it seemed as if they grew
In the sun and showers.
So, in t love of ours,
take back ts woo,
And whdrew
From my s ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgroter weeds and rue,
And t ine,
ake to do
t pine.
Instruct to keep true,
And tell ts are left in mine.