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Sweet graceness within Loveliest home where health And Poet's cheered poetic Victory smiling Spring It's Earliest visit alone bowers of Innocence and kindly whence Productive ways I blessed new Day toil remitting lent It's turn To play, and all thee sweet Home looks pleasant there like A Star of Heaven, In the broad Daylight Thou art unseen, Mam beauty Poetry hidden deep inside Abook of secrets only too tale Truely among flowers and Showers Outside Clouds Shaking liking Wind every Joyance waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more faithful and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow In Such a crystal stream I guess Fountains shapes of Rain * a * bow to fly sweet Home at last.