A fountain there is for
you, there is a fountain.
It can't be stopped,
can't be, by any mountain.
They turned their face from,
me, as I keep patience.
I'm patient to your words....
For you do I have tolerance?
They might whisper.
I'll say, 'No, Sir,
I can't rectify him,
can't stand him so far.
But, if I can teach
anyone, how to love,
himself, to make him rich,
at least, in love half,
with him, half with world.
To be rich not by Bread,
or, by earthly gain,
by love's silken thread! '
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