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POEMS. 429
*I TRUST IN THEE.
TO A FRIEND OF MY YOUTH.
Whaat is’t to me,
If thou at times dost look askance
And give me a less loving glance?
I trust in thee!
What is ’t to me,
Even if I thought thou did’st forget me,
At times, when many cares beset thee ?
I trust in thee!
What is ’t to me,
If I perchance thy words should find
A little colder and less kind?
I trust in thee!
I trust in thee:
I know that beyond time’s control,
Even in the depths of thy undying soul,
Thou lovest me.
Thou lovest me !
And though all earthly ties should sever,
My heart’s clear torch would burn as bright as ever:
My peace in thee!
April 15th, 1841.
*THE SAGE AND THE CATARACT.
TO ERIK GUSTAF GEIJER. 1846.
A STRANGER rapt in thought stood by the river, -
Where it leapt down into a cataract ;
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