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IV. CHILD AMONG THE ROCKS.
Underneath thy feet are rocks, and o'er thee
Hang the heavy cliffs, and still before thee
Ocean stretches till it meets the sky;
Seest thou the white sea-birds rising, falling
On the breakers? Hearest thou the calling
Of the winds that wail and hurry by?
Hang the heavy cliffs, and still before thee
Ocean stretches till it meets the sky;
Seest thou the white sea-birds rising, falling
On the breakers? Hearest thou the calling
Of the winds that wail and hurry by?
Dost thou watch the ships slow sailing? Nearer
Lies thy world, oh young Columbus! Dearer
Than each far-sought prize;
Rich in joy—in wonder still unfailing,
Star, and shell, and glistening sea-weed trailing
In the little pool that nearest lies.
Lies thy world, oh young Columbus! Dearer
Than each far-sought prize;
Rich in joy—in wonder still unfailing,
Star, and shell, and glistening sea-weed trailing
In the little pool that nearest lies.
Childhood's realm is rich, yet straitly bounded,
Like a vale by giant hills surrounded;
Lies it ever hidden, safe and sweet,
Warm 'mid sheltering rocks that guard and love it,
Heaven around, within it, and above it,
Heaven beneath its feet!
Like a vale by giant hills surrounded;
Lies it ever hidden, safe and sweet,
Warm 'mid sheltering rocks that guard and love it,
Heaven around, within it, and above it,
Heaven beneath its feet!
Dora Greenwell.
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