Best Of Me In You
If I cannot wake,
I cannot sing;
If I cannot sing,
I cannot joy.
If I cannot joy,
I cannot make-
The best of me in you.
I shall arise with the birds,
And sing a tune for you.
It shall be my joy
As it shall be your joy-
To sing of you for me:
The best of me is you.
poem by August Landing
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