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Show NATURE'S DOWRY. Nature endowed mc at my birth With a love for the beautiful of ft' earth. From the silent grandeur of the hills To the music of the rippling rills. The violet golden heart I prize With its modest face raised to the skies.. I love the song of the nightingale, As its silvery notes float through the dale. The butterflies in garments rare, Emblems of Psyche maiden fair. Whom the gods immortal made On the classic heights where Cupid 1 played. I With a mind to worship at at these shrines, h I hold more wealth than all the I mines. L My heart attuned to nature sings, I would not change with Lydian S kings. I Mother nature hold mc close to thine I heart, ' Far from proud folly's ways apart. f Though famine and poverty at mc stare, fl am rich with thec, theforc why care? DOLORES WATTS. |