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 hours flow dully on in life,

I bid some cheerful neighbor come,

And than mine own bohemian wife

Gives him sweet welcome to our home;

The smiles that on her visage shine

Are all reﬂected back from mine.

morning of a summer day,

Breaks forth in sweet serenity:

And fair as roses are, and gay,

The lovely world appears to me.

'Tis by men's eye that world is clad

In cheerful light, or darkness sad.

mankind—I love them well—

Wise—foolish—weeds—flowers—gloom and mirth,

Earth is to me—nor heaven nor hell—

It is—what is it? simply—earth;

Poor thoughtless wretch, by folly driven,

Who calls his earth—or hell, or heaven.