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J. Lang-Hyde

But now life's face beholden

Seemed bright as heaven's bare brow

With hope of gifts withholden

But now.

From time's full-flowering bough

Each bud spake bloom to embolden

Love's heart, and seal his vow.

Joy's eyes grew deep with olden

Dreams, born he wist not how;

Thought's meanest garb was golden;

But now!