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From yon blue heaven above us bent,

The grand old gardener and his wife[624:1]

Smile at the claims of long descent.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,

'T is only noble to be good.[624:2]

Kind hearts are more than coronets,

And simple faith than Norman blood.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.