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A SHEAF GLEANED
LE FOND DU CŒUR.
Far down in the sea when the billows heave wild
The moon's image trembles, while up in the sky
She glides on her pathway, calm, peaceful, and mild,
True to her mission, like an angel on high.
Thus, while thou ascendest up, up to thy goal,
A high law obeying,—pure, stainless, and free,
Thy sweet image, child, trembles down in my soul,
For it trembles itself, and heaves like the sea.
