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WHEA T-SHE A F.
BY CHARLES MACKAY.
I HAVE a wondrous house to build,
A dwelling humble, yet divine,
With all the jewels of the mine.
So small and modest, yet so great!
With use, with ornament, with state ?
My God hath given the stone and clay:
'Tis I must fashion them aright-
And make my labour my delight.
Must be in all proportions fit,
To lodge with him who tenants it.