t ! all is said  a word.

    I sit beneathy looks, as children do

    In t tremble through

    their happy eyelids from an unaverred

    Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred

    In t last doubt ! and yet I cannot rue

    And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.

    Of his ?

    Into the music of heavens undefiled,

    through my obedience. hen I answer now,

    it serenely interpose:

    Brood dohy divine sufficiencies

    th

    t time t th

    And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.

    to slacken all too soon

    Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ?

    Quick-loving s, I t, may quickly loathe;

    And, looking on myself, I seemed not one

    For suc-of-tune

    orn viol, a good singer h

    to spoil ce,

    Is laid do t ill-sounding note.

    to conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;

    Lo, the same,

    From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,

    Alas, I o love.

    And be all to me ? Shall I never miss

    Yes, call me by my pet-name ! let me hear

    to run at, when a child,

    ts hose,

    to glance up in some face t proved me dear

    its eyes. I miss the clear

    Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled

    alk and blessing and the common kiss

    Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,

    t, but t wo

    Be o te.

    Gato complete th,

    t s . If to conquer love, ried,

    Like callo desert