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 And have a little balcony to bring

Fair plants to fill with verdure and blossoming,

That sparrows seek, to feed from pretty hands,

And swallows circle over in the Spring.

There of an evening you shall sit at ease

In the sweet month of flowering chestnut-trees,

There with your little darling in your arms,

Your pretty dark-eyed Manon or Louise.

And looking out over the domes and towers

That chime the fleeting quarters and the hours,

While the bright clouds banked eastward back of them

Blush in the sunset, pink as hawthorn flowers,

You cannot fail to think, as I have done,

Some of life's ends attained, so you be one

Who measures life's attainment by the hours

That Joy has rescued from oblivion.

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