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I 'm sure 't is India all day To those who look on you Without a stint, without a blame, — Might I but be the Jew!

I 'm sure it is Golconda, Beyond my power to deem, — To have a smile for mine each day, How better than a gem!

At least, it solaces to know That there exists a gold, Although I prove it just in time Its distance to behold!

It 's far, far treasure to surmise, And estimate the pearl That slipped my simple fingers through While just a girl at school!