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FRUITION.
THAT is it you say, little Grace, that my picture is famous ?
Well, the thing was a true thing, and so I am glad 'tis acknowledged ;
And the truth was wrought in me, and therefore 'twas mine to declare it :
For the rest, it may go, with the toy that we shattered last even.
Is it well to be clever? you question, my daughter. I know not ;
I have never been clever myself, only patient and faithful, —
Giving out, as a lamp might, the light that was kindled within me ;
Neither kindling nor radiance mine own, only mine was the burning.
