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270 Darling, no more than what I always will. Before I enter mine own world removed, I fain would greet the dearest work of God. I missed you when I rose. I sought you first In your own chamber, where the lattice, oped, Let in the morning splendor and the smells Of the moist garden, with the sound of voices. I looked, I found you here but not alone. What man was that went from you?

Your disciple, My lord Lorenzo. You remember, father, How yester-morn I pleaded for his work; Thus he, through gratitude and love, hath watched All night within our garden, while I danced; And when I came to nurse my flowers he spake.

And you?

Am I not still beside you, father? I will not leave you.