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THE LOST JEWEL.

Cast on the turbid current of the street,
My pearl doth swim;
Oh for the diver's cunning hands and feet
To come to him!
No: I'll not seek the madness of thine eyes,
Since, day by day,
Life brings its noiseless blessings from the skies;
For which we pray.
While patient Duty, helped of heavenly Art,
Her way pursues,
And holy loves re-edify the heart
The passions use.

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God's hand can bring unheard-of gifts to light
From Fate's deep sea;
Has pearls enough to recompense the right,
Only not thee.