To her derided Home

To her derided Home

A Weed of Summer came --

She did not know her station low

Nor Ignominy's Name --

Bestowed a summer long

Upon a frameless flower --

Then swept as lightly from disdain

As Lady from her Bower --

Of Bliss the Codes are few --

As Jesus cites of Him --

"Come unto me" the moiety

That wafts the Seraphim --