“AMONG THOSE JOYS FOR WHICH WE UTTER PRAISE.”
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Among those joys for which we utter praise That were not in our lives, one year ago;— (No need to name them, dearest; for you know Each one that came, our ignorant hearts to raise To love’s high level;) let us count the days Before we knew each other; days when no Sweet premonition of love’s full rich glow Gleamed on the darkness of our separate ways. All preludes should be simple; that no dream Or hint of this new beauty came to fill The unconscious hours with meaning, does but seem Fit introduction to the joys that thrill Our glad souls now, from love that knew no still Awaking,—but dawned instantly supreme.
