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UNSOUGHT.
Let the rich scorn his sunburnt hands,
And cheek so rough and brown;
But when the proud man at his feast
In courtly glee sits down,
The luscious grape, the downy peach,
The wine in silver can,
The snowy bread—he owes them all
Unto the husbandman.
And cheek so rough and brown;
But when the proud man at his feast
In courtly glee sits down,
The luscious grape, the downy peach,
The wine in silver can,
The snowy bread—he owes them all
Unto the husbandman.
UNSOUGHT.
I give thee all I have to give
From out my soul's unsounded deep;
I could not give thee more and live,
My life is all I keep.
From out my soul's unsounded deep;
I could not give thee more and live,
My life is all I keep.
No hopes, no doubts, no fears abide,
To warm or chill my young life's blood,—
The golden gates I throw them wide
And lavish forth the flood.
To warm or chill my young life's blood,—
The golden gates I throw them wide
And lavish forth the flood.
My nightly prayers are all for thee;
My thoughts and longings all are thine;
The blessings that were meant for me,
Lord, make them thine, not mine.
My thoughts and longings all are thine;
The blessings that were meant for me,
Lord, make them thine, not mine.
Flowers yield their fragrance, wood-birds sing,
Streams feed the hungry, grasping sea,
Day and the sun their pure light bring;
So bring I love to thee.
Streams feed the hungry, grasping sea,
Day and the sun their pure light bring;
So bring I love to thee.
