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MORTALITY.
Many may love thee—I 'll love them too;
But thy heart of hearts, pure, faithful, and true,
   Must be mine, mine wholly, and only mine.

Mine!—God, I thank Thee that Thou hast given
Something all mine on this side heaven:
Something as much myself to be
As this my soul which I lift to Thee:
   Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone,
Life of my life, whom Thou dost make
Two to the world for the world's work's sake—
   But each unto each, as in Thy sight, one.


MORTALITY.
"And we shall be changed."

YE dainty mosses, lichens gray,
Pressed each to each in tender fold,
And peacefully thus, day by day,
Returning to their mould;

Brown leaves, that with aerial grace
Slip from your branch like birds a-wing
Each leaving in the appointed place
Its bud of future spring;—