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All tender thoughts that fill the heart With tears, and dreams more soft than tears, Have in imagination part, Which sanctifies what it endears.

I only wake the softest chord That is upon the dreaming lyre; One low, one love-touched whispering word, Which asks its tears, but not its fire.

I ask of every pictured scene What human hearts have beaten there; What sorrow on their soil has been, What hope has lighted human care?

I have myself forgot regret, Care, trouble, wrong, amid my strain; If I win others to forget, My song has not been quite in vain. L. E. L.