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ISABELLE AND I.

Isabelle has gold, and lands,
 Fate gave her a fair lot;
Like the white lilies of the field
 Her soft hands toil not.
I gaze upon her splendor
 Without an envious sigh;
I have no wealth in lands and gold.
 And yet sweet peace have I.

I know the blue sky smiles as bright
 On the low field violet,
As on the proud crest of the pine
 On loftiest mountain set.
I am content-God loveth all,
 And if He tenderly
The sparrow guides, He knoweth best
 The place where I should be.

Her violet velvet curtains trail
 Down to the marble floor,
But brightly God's rich sunshine streams
 Into my cottage door;