You are my own, my very tower
My work, my play, my trial, my power
Your truthful lips, and gliding grace
Those ways, those acts, my thoughts embrace |
All
you I love, my hearts refrain
My hope, my fear, my joy, my pain
Your thoughtful eyes and redgold crown
Those pools, those strands, my sorrows drown |
In
you I find my whole domain
My left, my right, my quest, my claim
Your simple faith and girlish pride
Those aims, those traits, with me abide |
Concentration
Camp 54.
Fara Sabina. PM 3300. Rome. Italy.
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