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Show ' A LOVE BRIEF. Give me short words and sweet yet strong as. sweet In which to speak the love I bear to thee, Who art not slow of wlfs keen sense to see How In small cools of flro glows the white heat; While, as In straw's tall blaze that lights the street. But sinks at once to naught, small warmth may be So, what makes love of worth full oft shall flee From large, loDg words where sense, like sound, is fleet. Wide as the sea, and deep, my love I boast. Nor gauge It by wild streams, that brawl and rush-To rush-To flaunt and fling their pride forth in a fall And by my words, as types, I think that most Its iength and breadth and depth thy cheeks shall flush With ose tints pure as thy sweet name I call. William C. Richards in America. |