“In humblest, simplest habit clad,

No wealth nor pow’r had he;

Wisdom and worth were all he had,

But these were all to me.

“And when, beside me in the dale,

He carol’d lays of love,

His breath lent fragrance to the gale,

And music to the grove.[11]

“The blossom opening to the day,

The dews of Heav’n refin’d,