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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two Loves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Smoothing soft the nestling head<br>Of a maiden fancy-led,<br>Thus a grave-eyed woman said:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Richest gifts are those we make,<br>Dearer than the love we take<br>That we give for love's own sake.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Well I know the heart's unrest;<br>Mine has been the common quest,<br>To be loved and therefore blest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Favors undeserved were mine;<br>At my feet as on a shrine<br>Love has laid its gifts divine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Sweet the offerings seemed, and yet<br>With their sweetness came regret,<br>And a sense of unpaid debt.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Heart of mine unsatisfied,<br>Was it vanity or pride<br>That a deeper joy denied?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Hands that ope but to receive<br>Empty close; they only live<br>Richly who can richly give.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Still,' she sighed, with moistening eyes,<br>'Love is sweet in any guise;<br>But its best is sacrifice!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'He who, giving, does not crave<br>Likest is to Him who gave<br>Life itself the loved to save.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Love, that self-forgetful gives,<br>Sows surprise of ripened sheaves,<br>Late or soon its own receives.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a></strong></div>

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