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The Ring

Hold the trinket near thine eye,
And it circles earth and sky;
Place it further, and behold!
But a finger's breadth of gold.


Thus our lives, beloved, lie
Ringed with love's fair boundary;
Place it further, and its sphere
Measures but a falling tear.

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