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I want to sing something -- but this is all -- / I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull / As though they were damp, and the echoes fall / Limp and unlovable.
Words will not say what I yearn to say -- / They will not walk as I want them to, / But they stumble and fall in the path of the way / Of my telling my love for you.
Simply take what the scrawl is worth -- / Knowing I love you as sun the sod / On the ripening side of the great round earth / That swings in the smile of God.