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In the roof-tree's timid bud;
Hues that near horizons wear;
Planets your own sky that stud;
Your own window's breath of air.
Hues that near horizons wear;
Planets your own sky that stud;
Your own window's breath of air.
Naught but light from loftiest star;
Naught than life more rare or new.
All the real Godsends are
Common as the daily dew.
Naught than life more rare or new.
All the real Godsends are
Common as the daily dew.
