EUDOXIA.
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Rings faintly, like earth-tunes when angels are hymning around:
Whose eyes say: "Less happy methinks to receive than to give."—
So whatsoever we give, may One give to thee without bound,
All best gifts—all dearest gifts—whether His right hand do close
Or open—He holds it forever above thee;—He knows!
Whose eyes say: "Less happy methinks to receive than to give."—
So whatsoever we give, may One give to thee without bound,
All best gifts—all dearest gifts—whether His right hand do close
Or open—He holds it forever above thee;—He knows!
EUDOXIA.
THIRD PICTURE.
SILENT my sister, who stands by my side at the shore,Back gazing with me on those waves which we mortals call years,
That rose, grew, and threatened, and climaxed, and broke, and were o'er,
While we still sit watching and watching, our cheeks free from tears—
O sister, with looks so familiar, yet strange, flitting by,
Say, say, hast thou been to those dead years as faithful as I?
