Human Love

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Title:     Human Love
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

We, spoke of God and Fate,
And of that Life--which some await--
Beyond the grave,
"It will be fair," she said,
"But love is here!
I only crave thy breast
Not God's when I am dead.
For He nor wants nor needs
My little love.
But it may be, if I love thee
And those whose sorrow daily bleeds,
He knows--and somehow heeds!"

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Human Love

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