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13223	Ingelow, Jean	Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I.			.txt	text/plain	76247	7558	99	O thou _Myself_, thy fathers thee debarred Come, lest this heart should, cold and cast away, Dear are the hills of God. Far better in its place the lowliest bird "What I said was 'more's the pity;' if the heart be long past hoping, How could I tell I should love thee to-day, How could I know I should love thee away My love, like rising mist, thy lustre mar: I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, The Lord be good to thee, thou poor old man; Of nails; and love is like to break her heart! For I come to set thee in thy place: Till men shall lay thy head beneath the sod, And let me see Thy face." He answered, "Come." Who takes love in, like some sweet bird, and holds Look down upon this one, and let it be sweet in Thy sight, "THY FATHER LOVES THEE."	./cache/13223.txt	./txt/13223.txt