It lies around us like a cloud,
  The world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
  May bring us there to be.

Its gentle breezes fan our cheeks
  Amid our worldly cares;
Its gentle voices whisper love,
  And mingle with our...

It lies around us like a cloud,—
  A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
  May bring us there to be.

Its gentle breezes fan our cheek;
  Amid our worldly cares
Its gentle voices whisper love,
  And mingle with our prayers...

I lost a World — the other day!

Has Anybody found?

You'll know it by the Row of Stars

Around its forehead bound.


A Rich man — might not notice it —

Yet — to my frugal Eye,

Of more Esteem than Ducats...

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