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Repayment
You made me what I am. My heart grew warm,Responsive to your love's life-kindling breath.
You bade my soul awake. You gave it form.
You won me from the chaos which is death.
How can I best requite your love? What sign,
What word, what deed could say how I am blest?
Could I enrich your life by losing mine?
Or make you happier by my heart's unrest?
Do what you will. Set me whatever task
May test my manhood. Cleanse my soul with fire.
To answer love with love is all I ask;—
Yet one thing only does your love desire,—
That I should throw self's lock-gates open wide,
And thwart no more your life's inrushing tide.
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