Of worlds to lose, yet still, to pay my court, I
Gave what I had—a heart;[331] as the world went, I
Gave what was worth a world; for worlds could never
Restore me those pure feelings, gone for ever.
VI.
'T was the boy's "mite," and, like the "widow's," may
Perhaps be weighed hereafter, if not now;
But whether such things do or do not weigh,
All who have loved, or love, will still allow
Life has nought like it. God is Love, they say,