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316 SWINBURNE

None to bear witness and reckon the cost

Of the name that is saved by the life that is lost.

I must be gone to the crowd untold

Of men by the cause which they served unknown, Who moulder in myriad graves of old;

Never a story and never a stone Tells of the martyrs who die like me,

Just for the pride of the old countree.

Lyall.

CXVI

THE OBLATION

ASK nothing more of me, sweet; All I can give you I give.

Heart of my heart, were it more, More would be laid at your feet : Love that should help you to live, Song that should spur you to soar.

All things were nothing to give Once to have sense of you more,

Touch you and taste of you, sweet, Think you and breathe you and live, Swept of your wings as they soar, Trodden by chance of your feet.

I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet :

He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar; Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live.

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