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Isabelle has gold and lands	A
Fate gave her a fair lot	B
Like the white lilies of the field	C
Her soft hands toil not	B
I gaze upon her splendor	D
Without an envious sigh	E
I have no wealth in lands and gold	F
And yet sweet peace have I	E
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I know the blue sky smiles as bright	G
On the low field violet	H
As on the proud crest of the pine	I
On loftiest mountain set	J
I am content God loveth all	K
And if He tenderly	L
The sparrow guides He knoweth best	M
The place where I should be	L
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Her violet velvet curtains trail	N
Down to the floor	O
But brightly God's rich sunshine streams	P
Into my cottage door	O
And not a picture on her walls	Q
Hath beauty unto me	L
Like that which from my window frame	R
I daily lean to see	L
	-
She has known such pomp she careth not	B
For any humble sight	G
Flowers bending o'er the brook's green edge	S
To her give no delight	G
She tends her costly eastern bird	T
With gold upon its wing	U
But her wild roses bloom for me	L
For me her wild birds sing	U
	-
She tires of home and fain would see	L
The brightest clime of earth	V
And so she sails for summer lands	A
With friends to share her mirth	V
She waves her jewelled hand to me	L
The opal spray clouds fly	E
She leaves me with the fading shore	O
Do I envy her not I	E
	-
She will see the sailor's hardened palms	W
Curbing the toiling sails	X
She will faint beneath the tropic calms	W
And face the angry gales	X
She will labor for her happiness	Y
While I've no need to speak	Z
But on a lotus leaf I float	A2
Unto the land they seek	Z
	-
There like a dream from out the wave	B2
I see a city rise	C2
I stand entranced as by a spell	D2
Upon the Bridge of Sighs	C2
The low and measured dip of oars	E2
Falls softly on my ear	F2
Blent with the tender evening song	G2
Of some swart gondolier	H2
	-
And down from marble terraces	I2
Veiled ladies slowly pass	J2
And entering antique barges	I2
Glide down the streets of glass	J2
And eyes filled with the dew and fire	D
Of their own midnight sky	E
Gleam full on me as silently	L
The gondolas float by	E
	-
The sunset burns and turns the wave	B2
To an enchanted stream	K2
And far up on the shadowy steeps	J2
The white walled convents gleam	K2
The music of their bells float out	L2
The sweet wind bears it by	E
Adown the warm and sunny slopes	J2
Where purple vineyards lie	E
	-
And I stand in old cathedrals	J2
By tombs of buried kings	J2
White angels bend above them	M2
Mute guard with folded wings	J2
Far down the aisle the organ peals	J2
The priests are knelt in prayer	N2
And memories flood its ancient walls	J2
As the music fills the air	N2
	-
I may not see that blessed land	O2
But she roams o'er the sod	P2
The Lord's pure eyes have hallowed	Q2
Where once His feet have trod	P2
Yet He in mercy has drawn near	H2
He has me comforted	R2
So near He seemed I almost felt	S2
His hand upon my head	T2
	-
And I with slow and reverent steps	J2
Through ancient cities roam	U2
Treading o'er crumbling columns	J2
The dust of spire and dome	U2
The tall and shattered arches	J2
Their flickering shadows cast	V2
Like bent and hoary spectres	J2
Low murmuring of the past	V2
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And Isabelle toils o'er the Alps	J2
Through fields of ice and snow	W2
To see the lofty glaciers	J2
Flash in the sun's red glow	W2
I feel no cold and yet on high	E
Their shining spires I see	J2
Why should I envy Isabelle	D2
Why should she pity me	J2
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Why should I envy Isabelle	D2
When thus so easily	J2
Upon a tropic flower's perfume	X2
I float across the sea	J2

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