The Offering

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O love, in whose heart–murmured name
Is charm against life’s endless wrong,
Since all the untuned world became
In you a song!

I bring not only all I wrought
Into the faltering words of speech,
I dedicate the song I sought
Yet could not reach,

Nay, all that passionately fired
My heart with hope for ever new
Of unattained, but deep–desired
Beauty, to you.

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