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THE CASKET.
This casket with the purple lining,
Though its form be fair,
Hath for all its show and shining
Not a jewel, dear,—
No gems for thy noble beauty,
As if gems were not;
Such a gift were simple duty,
Wherefore then forgot?
Though its form be fair,
Hath for all its show and shining
Not a jewel, dear,—
No gems for thy noble beauty,
As if gems were not;
Such a gift were simple duty,
Wherefore then forgot?
Ah, dear love, this silver casket
Comes not void to thee;
Jewels here, if any ask it,
Lurk invisibly:
Seen not in a common seeming,
By the light of day,
But with glorious splendour gleaming
In Love's rarer ray.
Comes not void to thee;
Jewels here, if any ask it,
Lurk invisibly:
Seen not in a common seeming,
By the light of day,
But with glorious splendour gleaming
In Love's rarer ray.
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Strong affection, stronger ever,
Honour true and tried,
Trust and courage failing never,
Patience and high pride;
Faith that will not fade or waver,
Love that hath no end,
Jewels fair for thee to wear, love,
And for me to send.
Honour true and tried,
Trust and courage failing never,
Patience and high pride;
Faith that will not fade or waver,
Love that hath no end,
Jewels fair for thee to wear, love,
And for me to send.
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