For showing His child such abundance of love?

With Harry a home in a hovel were sweet,

And this is a palace that lies at my feet.

I look at the gardens spread out in the sun,

Where every rosebud a prize might have won;

Where lilies lift up tinted crowns to the skies,

And clematis strike you aghast by their size;

Where lawns smooth as ice tempt your feet as they pass,

Though only a fairy should tread on such grass;

And big forest trees on the slopes, spread afar

Those branches that grander than anything are.

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I sweep through the rooms where the mirrors portray

A slender young thing in a robe of pale gray,

And catching quick glimpses, now here and now there,

I own with delight she is graceful and fair;

I study the creature, and smile as I see

How handsome a woman one day she may be;

I draw myself up with a stately expanse

And try to look grand, while I'm longing to dance;

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