ONE SUMMER MORNING.
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No, you cannot, could not alter. No, my faith builds safe on yours,
Rock-like; though the winds and waves howl, its foundation still endures:
By a man's will—"See, I hold thee: mine thou art, and mine shalt be."
By a woman's patience—"Sooner doubt I my own soul than thee."
Rock-like; though the winds and waves howl, its foundation still endures:
By a man's will—"See, I hold thee: mine thou art, and mine shalt be."
By a woman's patience—"Sooner doubt I my own soul than thee."
So, Heaven mend us! we 'll together once again take counsel sweet;
Though this hand of mine drops empty, that blank wall my blank eyes meet:
Life may flow on: men be faithless,—ay, forsooth, and women too!
One is true; and as He liveth, I believe in truth—and you.
Though this hand of mine drops empty, that blank wall my blank eyes meet:
Life may flow on: men be faithless,—ay, forsooth, and women too!
One is true; and as He liveth, I believe in truth—and you.
ONE SUMMER MORNING.
T is but a little while ago: The elm-leaves have scarcely begun to drop away;
The sunbeams strike the elm-trunk just where they struck that day—
Yet all seems to have happened long ago.
