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Guerdon
To field and forest
The gifts of the spring,
To hawk and to heron
The pride of their wing;
Her grace to the panther,
Her tints to the dove. . .
For me, O my Master,
The rapture of Love!
To the hand of the diver
The gems of the tide,
To the eyes of the bridegroom
The face of his bride;
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