Poems (Browning)/Your Love

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Your Loue
Were all the world but strife and sin,
 You'd see a glimpse of hope within
Some hidden nook; no selfish gain
 Could tempt you; soon, a man again
Would go forth from that gentle care;
 Ah! do we love while you are here?
For those who smile are still believed;
 We trust, then suddenly deceived,
O bitter are the smiling arts,
 The tinsel show of little hearts,
We turn to you, hurt with despair,
 And find our sweetest solace there.

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