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  "Clasp my heart on thine "Now unblamed, "Since upon thy soul as well "Hangeth mine!"

Was it wrong to own, Being truth? Why should all the giving prove His alone? I had wealth and ease, Beauty, youth: Since my lover gave me love, I gave these.

That was all I meant, —To be just, And the passion I had raised, To content. Since he chose to change Gold for dust, If I gave him what he praised Was it strange?

Would he loved me yet, On and on, While I found some way undreamed —Paid my debt! Gave more life and more, Till, all gone,  27