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MAIDEN WORTH.
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small;
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
A little taste, a little care,
Made humble things appear
As though they were translated there
From some superior sphere!
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home, and small,
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
A simple home and small;
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
A little taste, a little care,
Made humble things appear
As though they were translated there
From some superior sphere!
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A simple home, and small,
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
As sweet the home, so sweet the Maid,
As graceful and as good;
She seemed a lily in the shade,
A violet in the bud!
She had no wealth, but maiden worth—
A wealth that's little fame;
Yet that's the truest gold of earth—
The other's but a name!
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small,
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
As graceful and as good;
She seemed a lily in the shade,
A violet in the bud!
She had no wealth, but maiden worth—
A wealth that's little fame;
Yet that's the truest gold of earth—
The other's but a name!
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small,
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall.
A cheerfulness of soul, that threw
A smile o'er every task,
A willingness, that ever flew
To serve, ere one could ask!
A something we could wish our own;
A human floweret, born
To grace in its degree a throne,
Or any rank adorn!
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small,
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall!
A smile o'er every task,
A willingness, that ever flew
To serve, ere one could ask!
A something we could wish our own;
A human floweret, born
To grace in its degree a throne,
Or any rank adorn!
Her home was but a cottage home,
A simple home and small,
Yet sweetness and affection made
It seem a fairy hall!
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