LOVE'S LARGESS.
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LOVE'S LARGESS.
T my heart's doorLove standeth, like a king beside
His royal treasury, whose wide
Gates open swing, and cannot hide
Their priceless store.
His touch and hold
Its common things to jewels turned;
In his sweet fires the dross he burned
Away; and thus he won and earned
And made its gold.
Its common things to jewels turned;
In his sweet fires the dross he burned
Away; and thus he won and earned
And made its gold.
So rich I find
Myself in service of this king,
The goods we spare, in alms I fling;
And breathless days too few hours bring
Me to be kind.
Myself in service of this king,
The goods we spare, in alms I fling;
And breathless days too few hours bring
Me to be kind.
To souls whose pain
My heart can scarcely dare to greet
With pity, while my own complete
And blessed joy their loss must mete
By my great gain.
My heart can scarcely dare to greet
With pity, while my own complete
And blessed joy their loss must mete
By my great gain.
Diviner air
Of beauty, and a grace more free,
More soft and solemn depths I see
In every woman's face, since he
Has called me fair,
Of beauty, and a grace more free,
More soft and solemn depths I see
In every woman's face, since he
Has called me fair,
