[00:02.71]025. To -

[00:11.21]One word is too often profaned

[00:13.99]For me to profane it,

[00:16.08]One feeling too falsely disdain’d

[00:18.90]For thee to disdain it;

[00:21.42]One hope is too like despair

[00:24.34]For prudence to smother，

[00:26.49]And pity from thee more dear

[00:29.46]Than that from another.

[00:32.20]I can give not what men call love;

[00:35.27]But wilt thou accept not

[00:37.40]The worship the heart lifts above

[00:40.34]And the Heavens reject not， -

[00:42.91]The desire of the moth for star，

[00:46.63]Of the night for the morrow，

[00:48.99]The devotion to something afar

[00:51.53]From the sphere of our sorrow?