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Life Treads On Life, And Heart On Heart; We Press Too Close In Church And Mart To Keep A Dream Or Grave Apart.

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways.

Love That Endures, From Life That Disappears!