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  • Free Love
    By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world.
    But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs,
    and thou keepest me free.
  • The Rainy Day
    Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the
    O child, do not go out!
    The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads ...
  • Strong Mercy
    My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
    but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
    and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
  • The Gardener Lvii: I Plucked Your Flower
    I plucked your flower, O world!
    I pressed it to my heart and the
    thorn pricked.
    When the day waned and it ...
  • Purity
    Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
    that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.

    I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing ...
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Heart 97 Life 66 Love 63 I Love You 63 Night 60 Sky 59 Light 56 Time 52 World 51 Away 49

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