[[624]]
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.