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 ROBERT BRIDGES

Love, from whom the world begun, Hath the secret of the sun.

��Love can tell, and lo\e alone, Whence the million stars were strewn, Why each atom knows its own, How, in spite of woe and death, Gay is life, and sweet is breath.

This he taught us, this we knew, Happy in his science true, Hand in hand as we stood 'Ncath the shadows of the wood, Heart to heart as we lay In the dawning of the day.

��841 Spirits

��A^GEL spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam On the gliding stream Writes her scatter'd dream:

Angel spirits of sleep, Dancing to the weir In the hollow roar Of its waters deep;

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