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That is love Which chooseth from a thousand only one To be the object of that tenderness Natural to every heart; which can resign Its own best happiness for one dear sake; Can bear with absence; hath no part in hope, For hope is somewhat selfish: love is not, And doth prefer another to itself.

" not," whispered Walter, as he watched Ethel's eyes glance round the room, and then turn mournfully on himself, "do not pity the poverty which surrounds me; but for that I should have lost the greatest happiness life has known. It is to your gentle charity that