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 Of all the lives lived,
  No life is so sweet,
 As the life where one thought,
  In refrain doth repeat,
 Over and over, ever and ever,
  Till the life ends,
  Altering never,
Joy which is felt, but is not said,
Subtler than any golden thread
  Which the shuttle sends.
 In and out in a fabric red,
  Till it glows all through
  With a golden hue.
 Oh! of all the lives lived,
  Can be no life so sweet
 As the life where one thought
  In refrain doth repeat.

 "Now name me a thought
  To make life so sweet,
 A thought of such joy
  Its refrain to repeat."
 Oh! foolish to ask me. Ever, ever
  Who loveth believes,
  But telleth never.
It might be a name, just a name not said
But in every thought; like a golden thread
  Which the shuttle weaves
 In and out on a fabric red,
  Till it glows all through
  With a golden hue.