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THE TREASURES OF ALL THY PAST
Bring thou to me the treasures of thy past,
Sweet maiden spotless spirit—bring to me
Savours of blossoms from thy southern sea;
Flower-petals scattered by thy northern blast.
Thy robe of endless life around me cast!
Oh make me one in thy divine abode
With every sweet land where thy foot has glowed;
Count all thy loves up: this love is the last!
Sweet maiden spotless spirit—bring to me
Savours of blossoms from thy southern sea;
Flower-petals scattered by thy northern blast.
Thy robe of endless life around me cast!
Oh make me one in thy divine abode
With every sweet land where thy foot has glowed;
Count all thy loves up: this love is the last!
I lift not back, when I put down my hand.
Thou art mine own now,—tenderly display
Wreaths woven for thee in a former day
In palaces, perhaps, that over sand
Hot, grassless, limitless, glared from their panes,
Splendid in colour, dyed with Tyrian stains.
Thou art mine own now,—tenderly display
Wreaths woven for thee in a former day
In palaces, perhaps, that over sand
Hot, grassless, limitless, glared from their panes,
Splendid in colour, dyed with Tyrian stains.
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