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If I spoke a word,
First of all Up his cheek the colour sprung,
Then he heard.
Sitting by my side,
At my feet,
Touched the sweet :
Sweet to him.
I had wealth and ease,
I gave these.
That was all I meant,
-To be just,
Gold for dust,
Was it strange?
Would he loved me yet,
On and on, While I found some way undreamed
- Paid my debt ! Gave more life and more,
Till all gone, He should smile “ She never seemed
66 Mine before.
What, she felt the while,
66 Must I think? 6 Love 's so different with us men !"
He should smile:
' Dying for
Do thy part,
Was man's heart :
Is it God?
SONG FROM “JAMES LEE."
Oh, good gigantic smile o'the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth :
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true ;
Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
Make the low nature better by your throes !