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Oliver Wendell Holmes - The PromiseOliver Wendell Holmes - The Promise
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NOT charity we ask, Nor yet thy gift refuse; Please thy light fancy with the easy task Only to look and choose. The little-heeded toy That wins thy treasured gold May be the dearest memory, holiest joy, Of coming years untold. Heaven rains on every heart, But there its showers divide, The drops of mercy choosing, as they part, The dark or glowing side. One kindly deed may turn The fountain of thy soul To love’s sweet day-star, that shall o’er thee burn Long as its currents roll. The pleasures thou hast planned,—­ Where shall their memory be When the white angel with the freezing hand Shall sit and watch by thee? Living, thou dost not live, If mercy’s spring run dry; What Heaven has lent thee wilt thou freely give, Dying, thou shalt not die. HE promised even so! To thee his lips repeat,—­ Behold, the tears that soothed thy sister’s woe Have washed thy Master’s feet! March 20, 1859.
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