 | The book of the East |  |
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LOVE THY NEIGHBOR.
“‘Love thy neighbor as thyself.’
When at dawn I meet her,
As by the garden wall she stands,
And gives me flowers across the wall,
My heart goes out to kiss her hands,—
Are hands or flowers the sweeter?—
I'm ready at her feet to fall,
And like a clown to labor!
Better than I love myself
Do I love my neighbor!”
When at dawn I meet her,
As by the garden wall she stands,
And gives me flowers across the wall,
My heart goes out to kiss her hands,—
Are hands or flowers the sweeter?—
I'm ready at her feet to fall,
And like a clown to labor!
Better than I love myself
Do I love my neighbor!”
“‘Love thy neighbor as thyself.’
When at dawn I meet him,
As by the garden wall he stands,
And takes my flowers across the wall,
My soul 's already in his hands,—
It flew so fast to greet him!
And O, I grow so proud and tall,
And my heart beats like a tabor!
Better than I love myself
Do I love my neighbor!”
When at dawn I meet him,
As by the garden wall he stands,
And takes my flowers across the wall,
My soul 's already in his hands,—
It flew so fast to greet him!
And O, I grow so proud and tall,
And my heart beats like a tabor!
Better than I love myself
Do I love my neighbor!”
| The book of the East | |