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All of my love I send to you, I send to you, On thoughts, like moths, that wend to you Out of my heart's glad garden, O'er which, its lovely warden, Your face, a lily seeming, Is dreaming.

All of my life I bring to you, I bring to you, In deeds, like birds, that wing to you Out of my soul's deep valley, O'er which, most musically, Your love, a fountain, glistens, And listens.

My love, my life, how blessed in you! How blessed in you! Whose thoughts, whose deeds find rest in you Here on my life's dark ocean, O'er which, in heavenly motion, Your soul, a star, abideth, And guideth.