Parading

For thee the labour of my studious ease

I ply with hope, for thee all pleasures please,
I ply with hope, for thee all pleasures please,
I ply with hope, for thee all pleasures please,
Thy sweetness doth the bread of sorrow leaven;
Thy sweetness doth the bread of sorrow leaven;
And from thy noble lips and heart of gold
And from thy noble lips and heart of gold
I drink the comfort of the faiths of old,
I drink the comfort of the faiths of old,
And thy perfection is my proof of heaven. —George Santayana
And thy perfection is my proof of heaven.
—George Santayana

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