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TO ALLEGRA FLORENCE.
ON THE MORNING OF HER BIRTH.
I once believed, in youth's transported hour,
That thy dear mother was from Paradise;
But now the bush that could produce this flower,
I know is an exotic of the skies.
That thy dear mother was from Paradise;
But now the bush that could produce this flower,
I know is an exotic of the skies.
I feel, while gazing on thy beauteous face,
That so much of the Cherub has been given
To keep thee mindful of that glorious Place—
That we shall scarcely keep thee back from Heaven.
That so much of the Cherub has been given
To keep thee mindful of that glorious Place—
That we shall scarcely keep thee back from Heaven.
Thou art prophetic of what is to be—
A Heaven on earth, which tells of Heaven above—
Wherein all that my soul has longed to see,
Is seen—revealed to me in heavenly love.
A Heaven on earth, which tells of Heaven above—
Wherein all that my soul has longed to see,
Is seen—revealed to me in heavenly love.
Connecticut, June 25th, 1839.
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