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THE SKAITH OF GUILLARDUN: 98 by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE

First Line: MY LORD, IT IS NO VISION THOU BEHOLDEST
Last Line: LET EACH BE WORTHY OF THE CROSS WE BEAR!'
Subject(s): LOVE;
'My lord, it is no vision thou beholdest,
But her whom once thy passion did constrain;
Tho' thou for aye my heart in thine enfoldest,
Apart we must embrace Love's glory and pain;
Return to her from whom thou now withholdest
Love that is her sweet right and thy sure gain.
Renunciation is our portion here,
Let each be worthy of the cross we bear!'



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