At times, when I, my lowly state assess,
Find only much too small a feat to boast,
And lesser still the wealth I do possess,
Though now, away from youth my life would coast;
High titles, I have none, and honors nil,
No person quotes my name, my deeds unsung,
I fall in line like everyone, until,
The daylights from this life are fully wrung;
But when you called, my love, with love you bring,
With lauding voice that's clarion to my ears,
It heralds of my worth, so flattering,
That now my humble self a trophy bears;
......And how this feeling so uplifts my soul,
......The world, I seem to own from pole to pole.
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