54. When each and all come crowding round to share
A cordial greeting, the beloved sight;
When welcomings of hand and lip are there,
And when these overflowings of delight
Subside into a sense of quiet bliss,
Life hath no purer, deeper happiness.
Southey.
55. Oh yes, the poor man's garden!
It is great joy to thee,
This little, precious piece of ground,