In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 63

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3750791In Memoriam (Tennyson) — Canto LXIII.Alfred Tennyson

lxiii.

Sweet soul! do with me as thou wilt;
I lull a fancy trouble-tost
With 'Love's too precious to be lost,
A little grain shall not be spilt.'

And in that solace can I sing,
Till out of painful phases wrought
There flutters up a happy thought,
Self-balanced on a lightsome wing:

Since we deserved the name of friends,
And thine effect so lives in me,
A part of mine may live in thee,
And move thee on to noble ends.