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"Songs by the Way"
The Poetical Writings of the Right Rev. George Washington Doane, D.D., LL.D.

Arranged and Edited by His Son, William Croswell Doane

New York: D. Appleton, 1860.


I'VE tried, in much bewilderment, to find,
     Under which phase of loveliness, in thee,
I love thee best; but, oh, my wandering mind,
     Hovers o'er many sweets, as doth a bee,
     And all I feel, is contradictory.

I love to see thee gay; because thy smile,
     Is sweeter than the sweetest thing, I know;
And, then, thy limpid eyes, are all the while,
     Sparkling and dancing; and thy fair cheeks glow,
     With such a sunset lustre, that e'en so,
          I love to see thee gay.

I love to see thee sad; for then, thy face
     Expresseth an angelic misery;
Thy tears are shed, with such a gentle grace;
     Thy words fall soft, yet sweet as words can be,
     That, though 'tis selfish, I confess, in me,
          I love to see thee sad.

I love to hear thee speak, because thy voice,
     Than music's self, is still more musical,
Its tones make every living thing rejoice;
     And I, when, on mine ear those accents fall,
     In sooth, I do believe, that, most of all,
          I love to hear thee speak.

Yet, no! I love thee mute; for, then, thine eyes
     Express so much, thou hast no need of speech,
And, there's a language, that in silence lies,
     When two full hearts look fondness, each to each,
     Love's language, that I fain to thee, would teach,
          And so, I love thee mute.

Thus, I have come to the conclusion sweet,
     Nothing thou dost, can less than perfect be;
All beauties and all virtues, in thee meet;
     Yet one thing more, I'd fain behold in thee,
          A little love, a little love, for me.

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