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CHILDHOOD'S AFFECTION. Childhood's affection, like the sun,
Shines dim through morning's haze, Although the fervid rays at noon
Concentrate in a blaze; But there is something fresh and bright, That mingles with its earliest light.
0, think it not a trifling thing, The love of that young breast!
It is a pure and living spring Of heavenly tenderness;
Affection sweet, without disguise—
0, deem it not a worthless prize.
That gushing love is lavish'd free On all things bright and fair;
The bird, the butterfly, the bee, All, all its influence share:
The humble violet claims that love,
As well as the bright stars above.
Child of the silken ringlets bright,
I love thy playful glee; The ringing laugh, the footstep light,
Have charms indeed for me: And 0, how sweet the fond caress Of innocence and loveliness!