See What Gay Wild Flowers Deck This Earth-Built Cot, Whose Smoke, Forth-Issuing Whence And How It May, Shines In The Greeting Of The Sun'S First Ray Like Wreaths Of Vapour Without Stain Or Blot. The Limpid Mountain Rill Avoids It Not; And Why Shouldst Thou? If Rightly Trained And Bred, Humanity Is Humble, Finds No Spot Which Her Heaven-Guided Feet Refuse To Tread. The Walls Are Cracked, Sunk Is The Flowery Roof, Undressed The Pathway Leading To The Door; But Love, As Nature Loves, The Lonely Poor; Search, For Their Worth, Some Gentle Heart Wrong-Proof, Meek, Patient, Kind, And, Were Its Trials Fewer, Belike Less Happy. Stand No More Aloof!