I Remember A House Where All Were Good To Me, God Knows, Deserving No Such Thing: Comforting Smell Breathed At Very Entering, Fetched Fresh, As I Suppose, Off Some Sweet Wood. That Cordial Air Made Those Kind People A Hood All Over, As A Bevy Of Eggs The Mothering Wing Will, Or Mild Nights The New Morsels Of Spring: Why, It Seemed Of Course; Seemed Of Right It Should. Lovely The Woods, Waters, Meadows, Combes, Vales, All The Air Things Wear That Build This World Of Wales; Only The Inmate Does Not Correspond: God, Lover Of Souls, Swaying Considerate Scales, Complete Thy Creature Dear O Where It Fails, Being Mighty A Master, Being A Father And Fond.