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How often have I paused to bless your vivid, glowing loveliness! / Have paused to say a "Thank you, window-pane," because despite a / sullen fog or driving rain, I still have had my glimpse of Paradise / through your untroubled, bright, reflecting eyes. My heart was sad / when vanished summer days. I came to you and stood a silent while, / and felt uplifted on the wings of praise. Rich autumn tints, God / bless your golden smile! Once when a blackish mood enveloped me, / sprays of white lilac arched your shining pane; the beauty of their / curves spoke tenderly; and I passed on, happy, revived again. And / now 'tis glorious tulip time with you! Yesterday their happy colours / beckoned me. Rose pink and mauve and sunlight's golden hue. Did / you, quiet window-pane, not feel the ecstasy that flooded all my / being while I stood to bless a florist's window -- as all city pilgrims / should?