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The houseful that we were then, you could count us by the dozens, / The wonder was that sometimes the old walls wouldn't burst: / Herself (the Lord be good to her!), the aunts and rafts of cousins, / The young folks and the children, -- but Himself came first.
"Master of the House he was, and well for them that knew it:" / "His cheeks like winter apples and his head like snow;" / "Eyes as blue as water when the sun of March shines through it." / "And steppin' like a soldier with his stick held so."