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 Who, while he brought joy to others, Nestled closely round my feet, Sheltered me from noonday heat; Sought no wondrous destiny, Only stayed to comfort me,"

“Clover, clover, answer me— Which are best—four leaves, or three ?" And the clover, softly sighing, Answered, “Now that I am dying, One is far and many near. He is precious, all are dear. Four leaves seem to be completest; Three leaves somehow seem the sweetest.” Thus it is the wide world over— Some will be the four-leaved clover, Go where high awards await, While others grace the cottage gate. And high or lowly, great or small, The God who made will bless them all.