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| TELL me, Praise, and tell me, Love, | |
| What you both are thinking of? | |
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| ‘O, we think,’ said Love, said Praise, | |
| ‘Now of children and their ways.’ | |
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| Give me of your cup to drink, | 5 |
| Praise, and tell me what you think. | |
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| ‘O, I think of crowns of gold | |
| For the clever and the bold.’ | |
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| Then I turn’d to Love, and said— | |
| Love was glowing heavenly-red— | 10 |
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| Give me of your cup to drink, | |
| Love, and tell me what you think: | |
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| Let me taste your bitter-sweet; | |
| Who are those that kiss your feet? | |
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| Love look’d up—I read her eyes, | 15 |
| They were stars and they were skies. | |
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| Clinging to her garment’s hem, | |
| Smiling as I look’d at them, | |
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| There were children scarr’d and halt, | |
| Children weeping for a fault; | 20 |
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| Those who scarcely dared to raise | |
| Doubtful eyes to smiling Praise. | |
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| Love look’d round, and Praise and Pride | |
| Brought their glad ones to her side. | |
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| ‘Yea, these too!’ she said, or sang; | 25 |
| And the world with music rang. | |
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