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 Seventy years would be little, to have, learn’d what now I know, And I’ll teach you, Beloved, when I’ve gone where now I go!

“But give me a coal of love,” she said, “to warm me on my way, And a little bite and sup of love, to stay me on till Day. Fire and food I’ll send you down, when I am safe above, And you’ll find then, Beloved, that I’ve sent you Love for love!”

She put her lips to my heart, and kiss’d away the seven years’ pain; Cold little hands she put to it, and lo! ’twas warm again. Like a star, a star, she shone....across the sill, the sod.... Till the stars above told me the way she’d gone to God.