Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

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I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.

I too will something make
And joy in the making!
Altho' tomorrow it seem'
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered, on waking. 

1. The Palm Willow
2. I Found To-day out Walking
3. To Joseph Joachim
4. Poor Withered Rose and Dry
5. Sometimes When My Lady Sits by Me

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