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JOHN RVSKIN
Qvenched
is the lamp, ev'n in its flickering dear;
We miss the light, we would not have him here;
No carping littlenesses lift their head
Where he is, 'mid the great unjealous dead.
We miss the light, we would not have him here;
No carping littlenesses lift their head
Where he is, 'mid the great unjealous dead.
He thirsted, as a thirsty land for rain,
For Beauty, and for Good as men for gain;
Now may he drink of the immortal tide,
Ever athirst and ever satisfied.
For Beauty, and for Good as men for gain;
Now may he drink of the immortal tide,
Ever athirst and ever satisfied.
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