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The following fragment from the pen of Frsdsr. sr
=. T,lm M is Amos, nimitablc in its beauty and de-
es nam The - English version which usually accom-
hcaey q. .rman verses is slattern and disgrace
.ts the following, though far from perfect
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Tell me, my heart, what love is


1t giveth but to rob


Two souls and one ldea'


Two hearts and but one throb,
And tell me, how love cometh


It comes,-and ah, It's here.
And whittier, pray, it feeth


Twas not twas fancy mere.
and when is love the purest


When it's own self 1t shuns.
And is love the deepest


When love the stillest runs.
And when is love the richest?


1t hoardeth when it gives.
And, tell me, how love speaketh


It speaketh not lit lives.