Mirrored in deeds, becomes more truly real:
Thus only on the web of life are wrought
The glowing pictures of the world ideal.
The labourer who embowers his cottage round
With tasteful gifts—his honest hand the donor,
Makes of that little spot of cultured ground,
A pleasing transcript of its joyful owner.
The matron, toiling with unselfish aim
To bless her little band of cherished creatures,
But mounts the picture, from whose shining frame