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Seventy years would be little, to have, learn’d what now I know,
And I’ll teach you, Beloved, when I’ve gone where now I go!
“But give me a coal of love,” she said, “to warm me on my way,
And a little bite and sup of love, to stay me on till Day.
Fire and food I’ll send you down, when I am safe above,
And you’ll find then, Beloved, that I’ve sent you Love for love!”
She put her lips to my heart, and kiss’d away the seven years’ pain;
Cold little hands she put to it, and lo! ’twas warm again.
Like a star, a star, she shone....across the sill, the sod....
Till the stars above told me the way she’d gone to God.
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