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e glorious sunset dyes, Resplendent in declining rays, Surpass Italia's skies! Proud caravansaries that compete In studied arts to please The multitude, with restless feet, From earth's antipodes! A motley company astray: The sojourner for health, The grave, serene, the _devotee_ Of fashion and of wealth. Artistic cottages upreared In beauty, strength, and skill-- The happy, healthful homes endeared To lovers of Watch Hill! A golden crown adorns the spot; Forever blessed be The hand beneficent that wrought "A temple by the sea!" A star in some bright diadem In glory it shall be, For truly, "I will honor them," Saith God, "who honor me." When Christians meet to praise and pray, May feet that never trod The sanctuary learn the way Unto the house of God. Glad paeans down the centuries With joy the world shall thrill: "The Lord, revered and honored, is The glory of Watch Hill!" Supplicating. One morn I looked across the way, And saw you fling your window wide To welcome in the breath of May In breezes from the mountain-side, And greet the sunlight's earliest ray With happy look and satisfied. The pansies on your window-sill In terra cotta flowerpot, Like royal gold and purple frill Upon the stony casement wrought, Adorned your tasteful domicile And claimed your time and care and thought. In cherry trees the robins sang Their sweetest carol to your ear, And shouts of merry children rang Out on the dewy atmosphere, But to my heart there came a pang That my salute you did not hear. I envied then the favored breeze That dallied with your flowing hair, Begrudged the songsters in the trees And longed to be a flow'ret fair-- Some favorite blossom like heartease-- Within your miniature parterre. O heart, that finds such ample room Within thy confines broad and true, For song and sunshine and perfume And all benign impulses--go, I pray thee, dissipate my gloom-- And take in thy petitioner too! "Honest John." He was a man whose lot was cast, As some might think, in lines severe; In humble toil whose life was passed From week to week, from year to
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