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16229	Van Dyke, Henry	The Poems of Henry Van Dyke			.txt	text/plain	79251	7518	96	It sprinkles down from far away like light and love together; And when my light of life is low, and heart and flesh are weary, "Man of God, of men most holy, thou whose gifts cannot be priced! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with the men who work. "Thy gift was great, dear Master, and my heart And is thy heart that hears the secret thoughts, When pleasure calls thee and thy heart beats high, Dear Mother, if thy heart and hand be true, Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand Do they not utter thy heart, the voices of those that love thee? Thy heart will tell thee how to go in peace. And yet I love thee,--let me hear thy voice! For that thy face is fair I love thee not: For that thy face is fair I love thee not:	./cache/16229.txt	./txt/16229.txt