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THE BOY AND THE ANGEL 269
May-wreaths that bound me
June needs must sever I
Now snows fall round me,
Quenching June's fever­
(Love me tor ever 1)
XXXIII
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NAY but you, who do not love her,
Is she not pure gold, my mistress?
Holds earth aught-speak truth-above her?
Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,
And this last fairest tress of all,
So fair, see, ere I let it fall I
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Because, you spend your lives in praising;
To praise, you search the wide world over;
So, why not witness, calmly gazing,
If earth holds aught-speak truth- above her?
Above this tress, and this I touch
But cannot praise, I love so much I
XXXIV
THE BOY AND THE ANGEL
MORNING, evening, noon, and night,
" Praise God," sang Theocrite.
Then to his poor trade he turned,
By which the daily meal was earned.
Hard he laboured, long and well ;
O'er his work the boy's curls fell :
But ever, at each period,
!-Ie stopped and sang, " Praise God."
Then back again his curls he threw,
And cheerful turned to work anew.
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