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Our God hath made a fairer thing Than fairest dawn of summer day-- A gentle, timid, fluttering, Confessing glance, that seeks alway Rest for its wing.

A sweeter sight than azure skies, Or golden star thereon that glideth; And blest are they who see it rise, For, if it cometh, it abideth In woman's eyes.

The first of men such blessing sued; The first of women smiled consent; For husband, wife and home it meant, And no more solitude!