To her derided Home

To her derided Home A Weed of Summer came -- She did not know her station low Nor Ignominy's Name -- Bestowed a summer long Upon a frameless flower -- Then swept as lightly from disdain As Lady from her Bower --

Of Bliss the Codes are few -- As Jesus cites of Him -- "Come unto me" the moiety That wafts the Seraphim --