TO T.
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If the world’s entirety Is two eyes that shine on me, Lay the blame at Love’s door, dearest: Thus he made my world to be. He’s the key to Heaven’s gate; He’s the scorn that tramples fate; He’s the worth of living, dearest, He’s the laugh that makes Death late. He’s the morning sun that wakes us To the worth of all things, dearest, He’s the influence that makes us Daily gladder, ’till God takes us! Tomas Beauling.
