Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Content
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CONTENT
He laid his head upon her breast. "I am content," said he;"I longed to buy of Love, for love, his best— And I have thee."
She laid her hand upon his brow. "I am content," thought she;"Love sold me once, for love, his best—and now Gives alms to me."