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 HAT is it you say, little Grace, that my picture is famous ? Well, the thing was a true thing, and so I am glad 'tis acknowledged ; And the truth was wrought in me, and therefore 'twas mine to declare it : For the rest, it may go, with the toy that we shattered last even. Is it well to be clever? you question, my daughter. I know not ; I have never been clever myself, only patient and faithful, — Giving out, as a lamp might, the light that was kindled within me ; Neither kindling nor radiance mine own, only mine was the burning.