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 260 " All my dream I may not tell, No one now may share it ; Yet in truth it pleased me well, Certain scars declare it." Then I saw, how, while he smiled, There were marks of weeping Held their place all imbeguiled : Nearer I came creeping. " Tell me, Mat." " I may not tell- There is might in duty : Only know, one may live well Void of joy and beauty. " If an angel came to-night Proffering all Heaven, For this life, so bare of light, Bringing lustres seven, " I would put the gift away With becoming meekness; I would rather live my day — There is strength in weakness."