me count the ways.
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My soul can reac of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love to the level of every days
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love trive for Right;
I love turn from Praise.
I love to use
In my old griefs, and h.
I love to lose
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Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I s love tter after death.