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evening.
Content; the world falls off, and leaves
A measure nobler grained,
By which I try the seeming lost,
As well as seeming gained.
A measure nobler grained,
By which I try the seeming lost,
As well as seeming gained.
Beauty that fillest, why makest sad?
Thou hast no want, no haste;
Is it that thou o'erflowest my soul,
And I lament the waste?
Thou hast no want, no haste;
Is it that thou o'erflowest my soul,
And I lament the waste?
Dear heart, whose pulses with my own
Keep their mysterious move,
That fillest every transient pause,
With music of thy love;
Keep their mysterious move,
That fillest every transient pause,
With music of thy love;
Art not thou patient too to-night,
Divining what true strength,
What life is ours, what joy to come,
And far-off calm at length?
Divining what true strength,
What life is ours, what joy to come,
And far-off calm at length?
