<h2><SPAN name="page154"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>POSSESSION</h2>
<p class="poetry">That which we had we still possess,<br/>
Though leaves may drop and stars may fall;<br/>
No circumstance can make it less,<br/>
Or take it from us, all in all.</p>
<p class="poetry">That which is lost we did not own;<br/>
We only held it for a day—<br/>
A leaf by careless breezes blown;<br/>
No fate could take our own away.</p>
<p class="poetry">I hold it as a changeless law<br/>
From which no soul can sway or swerve,<br/>
We have that in us which will draw<br/>
Whate’er we need or most deserve.</p>
<p class="poetry">Even as the magnet to the steel<br/>
Our souls are to our best desires;<br/>
The Fates have hearts and they can feel—<br/>
They know what each true life requires.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page155"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
155</span>We think we lose when we most gain;<br/>
We call joys ended ere begun;<br/>
When stars fade out do skies complain,<br/>
Or glory in the rising sun?</p>
<p class="poetry">No fate could rob us of our own—<br/>
No circumstance can make it less;<br/>
What time removes was but a loan,<br/>
For what was ours we still possess.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center"><i>Printed by Hazell</i>, <i>Watson
& Viney</i>, <i>Ld.</i>, <i>London and Aylesbury</i>.</p>
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