After Spanish Proverb

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Oh, mercifullest one of all,
Oh, generous as dear,
None lived so lowly, none so small,
Thou couldst withhold thy tear:

How swift, in pure compassion,
How meek in charity,
To offer friendship to the one
Who begged but love of thee!

Oh, gentle word, and sweetest said!
Oh, tender hand, and first
To hold the warm, delicious bread
To lips burned black of thirst.

More poems by Dorothy Parker

With you, my heart is quiet here, / And all my thoughts are cool as rain.

Now it's over, and now it's done; / Why does everything look the same?

You know the bloom, unearthly white, / That none has seen by morning light-

Daily dawns another day; / I must up, to make my way.