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THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS. 365
But I hear in tones of sweetness, " This is not your rest—depart!"
I would come, ye blest immortals !
To your purer joys on high ! Open wide those starry portals ;
Bid me welcome to the sky !
THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS. Child, 'mid the beautiful flowers at play, Thou art as fair and. as lovely as they: Twine their bright stems with each sunny curl, Laugh on in gladness, thou beautiful girl!
Fresh and unsoil'd as the violet leaf, Bright and unshadow'd by earthly grief, Is the startled glance of thine azure eyes, Soft as the depths of the summer skies.
The lovely blossoms, that lure thy feet, Are fitting companions for one so sweet,— 0 ! haste thee not from this blooming lawn, Till thy mother calls, or the day is gone.
Thou wilt see the day, in this vale of tears, When thou wilt lookback, through the mist of
years, With a wistful glance to these happy hours, When a child at play with the beautiful flowers.
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