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"ICH DIEN".
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That gave those treasure-chambers to the clay,
Hath passed, forgotten, from my mind away!

"So let it pass!—it were a thought too bold
Within my grasp to keep these empires twain,
And living in two Worlds, the New and Old,
To serve in one, and in the other reign!
Would now that all mine ancient fair domain,
To spirits calm and free I might resign,
To take their joy in it, as I in thine!"

Her words were high, yet like proud music shook
From straining chords, that in their vibrant fall
Break over it, her faltering accents took
Them all in humbleness; she did recall
No gift for vaunting that had given all
For All or Nothing? pleading mournfully,
"I love, I serve,—oh, be thou true to me!"