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By Alfred Hayes

others strive for wealth or praise Who care to win; I count myself full blest, if He, Who made my study fair to see, Grant me but length of quiet days To muse therein.

Its walls, with peach and cherry clad, From yonder wold Unbosomed, seem as if thereon September sunbeams ever shone; They make the air look warm and glad When winds are cold.

Around its door a clematis Her arms doth tie; Through leafy lattices I view Its endless corridors of blue Curtained with clouds; its ceiling is The marbled sky. A verdant