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1893–1944

VII

Robert Nichols

“Mine is a heavenly Lover, In Him I am wholly blest; My heart it is His coffer Wherein His gold doth rest.

“Dead in the metal tower I lie till night doth come, When in a golden shower He bursts the midnight dome.

“And, caught beyond releasing, I yield me to His claim, And by my creature ceasing All that He is I am.”

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