OUT OF THE HEART.

Out of the heart it came, the impulse strong,
With patient labor and with loving art

This wreath to gather,

every flower a song Out of the heart.

And some have morning's dew on every part; And some have drunk the sunshine all day long; And some are paler for love's secret smart.

Dear, happy children, who can do no wrong,
A few have brought; a few like tear-drops start,
For those whose treasure has been missing long,
Out of the heart.

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J. W. C.