SELF-COMMUNION.
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And sometimes it was grief to know
My fondness was but half returned.
But this was nothing to the woe
With which another truth was learned:—
That I must check, or nurse apart,
Full many an impulse of the heart
And many a darling thought:
What my soul worshiped, sought, and prized,[1]
Were slighted, questioned, or despised;—
This pained me more than aught.
My fondness was but half returned.
But this was nothing to the woe
With which another truth was learned:—
That I must check, or nurse apart,
Full many an impulse of the heart
And many a darling thought:
What my soul worshiped, sought, and prized,[1]
Were slighted, questioned, or despised;—
This pained me more than aught.
- ↑ Cancelled reading:
For things I worshiped, sought, and prized.
