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THE ALL OF LIFE.
When first this humble roof I knew,
With various cares I strove?
My grain was scarce my sheep were few,
My all of life was love.
By mutual toil our board was dress'd,
The spring our drink bestow'd;
But, when the lip the brim had prest,
The cup with nectar flow'd.
Content and peace the dwelling shar'd,
No other guest came nigh:
In them was given (tho' gold was spur'd)
What gold could never buy.
No value has a splendid cot,
But as the means to prove
That from the castle to the cot
The all of life is love.
WHEN THE ROSY MORN.
When the rosy morn appearing,
