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178 Think you, dear, that I go laughing All the busy day along, Gaily wine of pleasure quaffing, Deep in picture or in song ? Know you not there is no pleasure But is holy on one side ? That I keep for you, my treasure, Share with you at eventide. Know you not the garish real Never yet a maid enticed ? That a woman's one ideal Must be something like the Christ ; With the God-like, through the human, Shining crystalline and clear ? Would you really win a woman ? Be her sanctuary, dear.