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Not by my power alone, but thou and I / Together thinking, working, loving on / Achievement-wards, as all brave souls have gone, / Perchance should find new star-drifts in the sky
That curves above humanity, and set / Some new interpretation on life's page; / Should serve the strivings of a widening age, / And fashion wisdom from the social fret.
Deep did Time's lances go; thou pluck'st them forth, / And on my sullen woundings laid the balm / Of thy life's sweetness. Oh, let my love be worth
The keeping. My head beneath thy palm, / Once more I lift Love's chalice to thine eyes: / Not till thou blessest me will I arise.