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XXXII.
CHILDISH LOVE IRRESPECTIVE.
'T is beautiful to see the childish heartTurning with fervor and a grateful force
Towards the one who was its being's source—
A stream that ne'er will from its course depart.
I recollect, on one hot summer day,
On Boston Common, where the trees had made,
In the still air, a cool, luxuriant shade,
I saw a drunkard lying by the ways;
His head was pillowed on a small child's knee,—
A gentle girl, who, with most touching care,
Fanned his hot temples as he slumbered there
Beneath the shadow of that spreading tree.
'T was like same pleading angel 'mid our sin
Watching, with hope, the lost soul back to win.
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