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I READ, dear friend, in your dear face / Your life's tale told with perfect grace; / The river of your life, I trace / Up the sun-chequered, devious bed / To the far-distant fountain-head.
Not one quick beat of your warm heart, / Nor thought that came to you apart, / Pleasure nor pity, love nor pain / Nor sorrow, has gone by in vain;
But as some lone, wood-wandering child / Brings home with him at evening mild / The thorns and flowers of all the wild, / From your whole life, O fair and true / Your flowers and thorns you bring with you!