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  What little things are those

    That hold our happiness!

  A smile, a glance, a rose

    Dropped from her hair or dress;

  A word, a look, a touch,—

    These are so much, so much.

  An air we can't forget;

    A sunset's gold that gleams;

  A spray of mignonette,

    Will fill the soul with dreams

  More than all history says,

    Or romance of old days.

  For of the human heart,

    Not brain, is memory;

  These things it makes a part

    Of its own entity;

  The joys, the pains whereof

    Are the very food of love.