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vk RUST me, but trust me not as aught divine; 
Trust me with eyes wide open to all ill, 
Giving thy faith, but keeping fast thy will, 
Lest in one evil scheme we both combine. 
Trust me as honest, knowing I am weak, 
Stronger, hut yet as much in need of aid, 
Losing no step thro’ faith, and not afraid 
To say, “We shall not find there what we seek.” 
Lean on me, love, but not so utterly 
That if I stumble, thou shouldst helpless be. 
Cosmo Monkhouse. 
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1 WHISPER broke the air, 
A soft light tone, and low, 
Yet barb’d with shame and woe 
And so it wander’d round 
From ear to lip, from lip to ear, 
Until it reach’d a gentle heart, 
And that —it broke! 
