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L'ENVOI.
I know these lays will come to thee
Like flowers along thy pathway strown,
And wear, to thy young, generous eyes,
A grace and beauty not their own.
I know these lays will come to thee
Like flowers along thy pathway strown,
And wear, to thy young, generous eyes,
A grace and beauty not their own.
Thou know'st they spring where deepest shade
And blinding sunlight are at strife,—
Faint blooms and frail,—yet bearing thee
Sweet breathings from my inmost life.
And blinding sunlight are at strife,—
Faint blooms and frail,—yet bearing thee
Sweet breathings from my inmost life.
Or come like waters, leaping out
From shadowy places to the day,
To catch heaven's brightness on their waves,
And freshen earth along their way.
From shadowy places to the day,
To catch heaven's brightness on their waves,
And freshen earth along their way.
