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William Winter on Anniversary

1836–1917 United States

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His love was like the liberal air,—
Embracing all, to cheer and bless;
And every grief that mortals share
Found pity in his tenderness.

He loves not well whose love is bold!
I would not have thee come too nigh.
The sun's gold would not seem pure gold
Unless the sun were in the sky:
To take him thence and chain him near
Would make his beauty disappear.

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: William Winter (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.