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Oh! believe me, I would not speak lightly
 * Of one soul-gifted, glorious name,

Which serves to illumine so brightly
 * The undying volume of Fame.

Still, still, when both Claude and Teniers
 * Indistinct on the memory fall,

We shall fondly look back through the vista of years
 * To the "Shadow of Friends on the Wall!"

A couple Were sitting
 * One night in their chimney nook,

The old dame was engaged with her knitting,
 * Whilst he bowed his head o'er a book.

The kettle, a "steam tune" was singing,
 * The cat purred a song to herself,

And the fire its bright glimmer was flinging
 * O'er the old pewter plates on the shelf.

Said he, "Here's a sentence worth heeding,
 * 'Tis what makes life sunshine or cloud,"

And then the old man began reading
 * The following passage aloud:

"'Tis not when dark trouble is round us.
 * Or Misery's entered our door,

Or the deepest misfortune hath found us,
 * That the temper is apt to boil o'er.