Heart`s ease or pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart`s ease. Surely by glad and divine degrees The heart impelling the hand that wrought Wrought comfort here for a soul`s disease. Deep flowers, with lustre and darkness fraught, From glass that gleams as the chill still seas Lean and lend for a heart distraught Heart`s ease.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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