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For with a generous heart and hand
 The fairest gifts you strew
Around my home, from sea and land—
 What more can mortal do?
It always makes me feel that I
 Can never half repay
The many kindnesses, my love,
 You scatter o'er my way.

How many hours of happiness
 There are in this brief life,
To those who truly realize
 The sacred name of wife!
Now, dearest, you will smile to see
 I've tried to poetize;
When you return, our home will be
 An earthly paradise.