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lovely things conspire to greet My lady: daisies at her feet
 * Sprang white and wistfully implored
 * Her plucking; and with one accord

The sunsets for her smile compete.

The stars, in many a silver fleet, Set sail each night in hopes to meet
 * Her eyes, that graciously reward
 * All lovely things.

All gay and gentle thoughts entreat Her favour and approval sweet
 * All sorrow, when to her outpoured,
 * Is by her sympathy restored:

She finishes and makes complete
 * All lovely things.