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IX.

=Left Alone.=

β€œThy love Shall chant itself its own beatitudes After its own life-working. A child-kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man, served by thee, shall make thee rich; A sick man, helped by thee, shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.” E. B. BROWNING.

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