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facts in verse.
His low, assuring speech I heard—
I thought that I would tell him all—
For love is better than its word.
I thought that I would tell him all—
For love is better than its word.
But no, God, no; for as I live,
'Twere death and worse, to watch alone
The gradual change come dark'ning down;
How tell him that I_sought to give
To him, what never was my own?
'Twere death and worse, to watch alone
The gradual change come dark'ning down;
How tell him that I_sought to give
To him, what never was my own?
But now if from his path, at length,
"I glide like last night's pleasant dream,
'Which could not wait the morning's beam,
Though memory has its bitter strength,
The sweet too stays to comfort him.
"I glide like last night's pleasant dream,
'Which could not wait the morning's beam,
Though memory has its bitter strength,
The sweet too stays to comfort him.
God pardon me my selfish heart!
But is it not best then to be
A clear strain broke—a memory
Of good alloyed not, as thou art,
Bird, to home watchers in the tree?
But is it not best then to be
A clear strain broke—a memory
Of good alloyed not, as thou art,
Bird, to home watchers in the tree?
