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13224	Ingelow, Jean	Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.			.txt	text/plain	96496	9738	99	I went up to the wood with the child of my heart and the wife of my love. Took up her fifteen years to God. Farewell, sweet hope, not long to last, He shall not, for that he loved men, lose God. I hope to hear it said 'Thy sins are all I said 'let me look on my heart's fair flower Look back they must and show thee thy fair past, wilt thou let thy mother sit ashamed "Father, I come to satisfy Thy love Light up, great God, Thy Word, And planted in the city of My God. Lift up thy head, I love thee; wherefore, then, My soul admires to hear thee speak; thy thought So long amongst them thou hast spent thy days, Then said the Master: "He shall wed: look thou "Doth not thy father love thee well, sweet sir?" Thy Father loves thee well.	./cache/13224.txt	./txt/13224.txt