The World'S, And Mine

The world may hear The wind at his trees, The lark in her skies, The sea on his leas; May hear the song rise From the breast of a woman And think it as dear As heaven tho' human. But I have a music they can never know-- The touch of you, soul of you, heart of you. Oh! All else that is said or sung 's but a part of you-- Ever to me 'tis so!

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