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"The Keeping" Unto my keeping wert thou given me, that I might love thee with all my soul to the end of my days… and adore thee in the autumn of my years. I have loved thee beyond life's measure, beyond the treasures of the earth or sea or the boundless reaches of the deepening sky. If the sun should quietly rise upon a dreaded day… and thy final sleeping mercifully unburden the hours from me, my futile weeping shall only cease with a last and desperate breath… and with all my failing strength, I shall once more softly whisper, with love… thy name. |
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