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AH, ME! HOW MUCH I PITY THOSE.
Ah, me! how much I pity those
Who know not Love's delicious woes—
Who careless and indifferent move
Through this dark World—but lit by Love!
Who know not Love's delicious woes—
Who careless and indifferent move
Through this dark World—but lit by Love!
Who know not how his griefs can be
Worth every vain Felicity!
Who think they walk in shining light,
Wrapped all the while in clouds and Night!
Worth every vain Felicity!
Who think they walk in shining light,
Wrapped all the while in clouds and Night!
Ah, me! how much I pity those
Who dwell in such abhorred repose,
Who such a Peace ignoble share—
A Peace—the feeling Heart's despair!
Who dwell in such abhorred repose,
Who such a Peace ignoble share—
A Peace—the feeling Heart's despair!
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I pity those who nothing know
But selfish joy and selfish woe:
How narrow their dull world must be;
How little can they hear and see!
But selfish joy and selfish woe:
How narrow their dull world must be;
How little can they hear and see!
For Love is still the Power, the Sense,
Life, strength, Thought, knowledge, spring from thence;
And if deep Love they may not know,
Their Wisdom's nought—their Weal is Woe.
Life, strength, Thought, knowledge, spring from thence;
And if deep Love they may not know,
Their Wisdom's nought—their Weal is Woe.
I pity those who dream of Bliss
'Mid shadows where no substance is—
Who want the smiles my Love gives me,
To reach the Adored Reality!
'Mid shadows where no substance is—
Who want the smiles my Love gives me,
To reach the Adored Reality!
Ah, me! how much I pity those
Who know not Love's too precious woes—
Who want the smiles my Love gives me,
To reach his dear Reality.
Who know not Love's too precious woes—
Who want the smiles my Love gives me,
To reach his dear Reality.
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Those smiles worth all the world—those smiles—
Love's sweetest Lights—his richest wiles—
Worth all the boundless World to me—
Ye Loveless—how I pity ye!
Love's sweetest Lights—his richest wiles—
Worth all the boundless World to me—
Ye Loveless—how I pity ye!
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