  I bring a gift that all may bring, So common ’tis to human kind; And yet it is so rare, a king His crown for it had well resigned. It is a gift gold cannot buy, And one which never can be sold; A gift no mortal can deny, And one that fades not, nor grows old. And while I would not have it spurned, Such is my heart’s perversity, Unless I know my gift returned, Life hath no joy in store for me. |
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