I know these words come from my heart,
And are marked with that sincerity,
That takes my roughened speech apart,
And revises it for clarity.
Feeling magnifies my phrases,
Whose syllables are mean,
And from a darkened landscape raises,
An elevated scene.
I could not pen these words alone,
Nor invest them with that fire,
That burns brighter than I could have shone,
Without my heart's desire.
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