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Let me but love my love without disguise, / Nor wear a mask of fashion old or new, / Nor wait to speak till I can hear a clue, / Nor play a part to shine in others' eyes, / Nor bow my knees to what my heart denies; / But what I am, to that let me be true, / And let me worship where my love is due, / And so through love and worship let me rise.
For love is but the heart's immortal thirst / To be completely known and all forgiven, / Even as sinful souls that enter Heaven: / So take me, dear, and understand my worst, / And freely pardon it, because confessed, / And let me find in loving thee, my best.
May, 1902.