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| THE DAPPLED die-away | |
| Cheek and wimpled lip, | |
| The gold-wisp, the airy-grey | |
| Eye, all in fellowship— | |
| This, all this beauty blooming, | 5 |
| This, all this freshness fuming, | |
| Give God while worth consuming. | |
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| Both thought and thew now bolder | |
| And told by Nature: Tower; | |
| Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder | 10 |
| That beat and breathe in power— | |
| This pride of prime’s enjoyment | |
| Take as for tool, not toy meant | |
| And hold at Christ’s employment. | |
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| The vault and scope and schooling | 15 |
| And mastery in the mind, | |
| In silk-ash kept from cooling, | |
| And ripest under rind— | |
| What life half lifts the latch of, | |
| What hell stalks towards the snatch of, | 20 |
| Your offering, with despatch, of! | |
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| See Notes. |
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