<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two Loves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smoothing soft the nestling head<br>Of a maiden fancy-led,<br>Thus a grave-eyed woman said:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Richest gifts are those we make,<br>Dearer than the love we take<br>That we give for love's own sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well I know the heart's unrest;<br>Mine has been the common quest,<br>To be loved and therefore blest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Favors undeserved were mine;<br>At my feet as on a shrine<br>Love has laid its gifts divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sweet the offerings seemed, and yet<br>With their sweetness came regret,<br>And a sense of unpaid debt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Heart of mine unsatisfied,<br>Was it vanity or pride<br>That a deeper joy denied?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hands that ope but to receive<br>Empty close; they only live<br>Richly who can richly give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Still,' she sighed, with moistening eyes,<br>'Love is sweet in any guise;<br>But its best is sacrifice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He who, giving, does not crave<br>Likest is to Him who gave<br>Life itself the loved to save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Love, that self-forgetful gives,<br>Sows surprise of ripened sheaves,<br>Late or soon its own receives.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420809" data-title="The Two Loves de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="Smoothing soft the nestling head Of a maiden fancy-led, Thus a grave-eyed woman said: 'Richest gifts are those we make, Dearer than the love we take That we give for love's own sake. 'Well I know the heart's unrest; Mine has been the common ques..."></div> </div> </div>

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