me count the ways.

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    My soul can reac of sight

    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

    I love to the level of every days

    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

    I love trive for Right;

    I love turn from Praise.

    I love  to use

    In my old griefs, and h.

    I love to lose

    it saints, -- I love th,

    Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,

    I s love tter after death.