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OUR SECRET. A Madrigal.

I never said—"I love thee!"
 But when I bend in prayer,
One treasured name is on my lips,
 Its whisper stirs the air.

I never said—"I love thee!"
 My voice to thee is dumb;
But if of thee another speak,
 What tender thoughts will come,

I never said—"I love thee!"
 My hand thine may not be,
But ever will the faithful shell
 Moan for the far-off sea.

I never said—"I love thee!"
 But there's a beauteous clime,
Where solved are all the mysteries
 O'er which we weep in time;