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THE WORLD IS MINE
FOR me the jasmine buds unfold | |
| And silver daisies star the lea, | |
| The crocus hoards the sunset gold, | |
| And the wild rose breathes for me. | |
| I feel the sap through the bough returning, | 5 |
| I share the skylark’s transport fine, | |
| I know the fountain’s way ward yearning; | |
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| I love, and the world is mine! | |
| I love, and thoughts that sometime grieved, | |
| Still well remembered, grieve not me; | 10 |
| From all that darkened and deceived | |
| Upsoars my spirit free. | |
| For soft the hours repeat one story, | |
| Sings the sea one strain divine, | |
| My clouds arise all flushed with glory; | 15 |
| I love, and the world is mine! | |
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TO-MORROW
THE ROBIN chants when the thrush is dumb, | |
| Snow smooths a bed for the clover, | |
| Life flames anew, and days to come | |
| Are sweet as the days that are over. | 20 |
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| The tide that ebbs by the moon flows back, | |
| Faith builds on the ruins of sorrow, | |
| The halcyon flutters in winter’s track, | |
| And night makes way for the morrow. | |
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| And ever a strain, of joys the sum, | 25 |
| Sings on in the heart of the lover— | |
| In death sings on—that days to come | |
| Are sweet as the days that are over! | |
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