<h2><SPAN name="LOVES_HUMILITY" id="LOVES_HUMILITY"></SPAN>Love’s Humility</h2>
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<span class="ig">“I love her, yes,” the younger of them said,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">“I think her beautiful beyond compare;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">How proudly does she carry that small head,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With all its wealth of silky night-black hair?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And then her warm red mouth—I see it now—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Was it not made for kisses? And her chin<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So round and firm—the smooth unwrinkled brow,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Each cheek with such a cunning dimple in.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She is so piquant, winsome, fair, and good,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I could not choose but love her if I would.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="ig">“Did I not love her well, think you her charms<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Would move my pulse in this delicious way,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And make me long to fold her in my arms,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Hold her love’s prisoner by night and day?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis joy to think of her white-lidded eyes—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">So full of dreams, so full of tender speech—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Her slender form—and yet, it were not wise<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To be too rash—come, let your wisdom teach.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She is so piquant, winsome, fair, and good,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I could not choose but love her if I would.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_154" id="page_154"></SPAN>{154}</span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="ig">“I fain would make her all my own, this maid,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I love her well, but would it be quite right<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To risk so much? At times I grow afraid<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To lift her up to such a dizzy height.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You know my prospects and you know my pride,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">(It is a weighty matter to be wed)<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And yet, I only know when at her side<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That life is rich in joy and bliss,” we said.<br/></span>
<span class="ig">“She is so piquant, winsome, fair, and good,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I could not choose but love her if I would.”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="ig">“I could not choose but love her if I would”<br/></span>
<span class="i2">You boast, but if you loved her you would say,<br/></span>
<span class="ig">“I would not choose but love her if I could,”<br/></span>
<span class="i2">So answered him the old man, stern and gray.<br/></span>
<span class="ig">“There’s passion in your words, but you have fears,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Your high position! Ah! you are afraid!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Boy, learn this truth from one of sober years,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The man who really, truly, loves a maid<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Knows only two things well—no more, no less—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Her matchless worth—his own unworthiness.”<br/></span></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_155" id="page_155"></SPAN>{155}</span></p>
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