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"happy at home."
Befits in fair, as stormy weather,
That I and Meekness bend together;
For they who lit too high their heads,
When Heaven her sunshine o'er them heads,
Too low beneath the tempest lie,
Forgetful of Love's sleepless eye.
And He who gave me sweetness—grace,
Bestow'd as well my fitting place;
And most I show my grateful care,
By yielding earth what I may spare;
And best to Him his gifts return,
By shedding round me, here below,
The wealth that falls my fragile urn;
He knows how true I thank Him so!"
That I and Meekness bend together;
For they who lit too high their heads,
When Heaven her sunshine o'er them heads,
Too low beneath the tempest lie,
Forgetful of Love's sleepless eye.
And He who gave me sweetness—grace,
Bestow'd as well my fitting place;
And most I show my grateful care,
By yielding earth what I may spare;
And best to Him his gifts return,
By shedding round me, here below,
The wealth that falls my fragile urn;
He knows how true I thank Him so!"
HAPPY AT HOME
Let the gay and the idle go forth where they will,
In search of soft Pleasure, that syren of ill;
Let them seek her in Fashion's illumined saloon,
Where Melody mocks at the heart out of tune;
In search of soft Pleasure, that syren of ill;
Let them seek her in Fashion's illumined saloon,
Where Melody mocks at the heart out of tune;
