The Heaven above us incredibly blue,

The flowers baptiz'd with miraculous dew.

While yet the sky blushes to welcome the sun,

Through the gay gardens we stroll and we run;

In fields where lambs gambol less happy than we,

Glittering grass makes a sheen like the sea;

Birds unexpectedly set up a chant,

Adding a joy that the world seem'd to want.

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Creation is made for our pleasure alone:

Adam and Eve, with no sin to atone,

Knowledge untasted, less rapture have known!

Keeping by Harry, a friend who is fond

Follows as closely as follow he can:

Is there an earthly affection beyond

The love a good dog feels for a good man?

If twenty people fling down twenty gloves

Our Rover has never been known to fail;

He picks out the glove of the man he loves,

And brings it triumphantly, wagging his tail.

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