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SONNET
To a Child, Sleeping in its Mother's arms.
Dream'st thou of joy—young sleeper? does the light
Of innocent thoughts, within thee, wake the smile
That now is stealing o'er thy red lips—while
Affection's face tho' seen thro' tears, is bright—
As fill'd with fond o'erflowings, throbs her heart!
Sweet to be watch'd by Love, and sweeter still
With Love to watch, as genial bosoms thrill
With all that bliss may cherish or impart!
Dream'st thou of joy—young sleeper? wake thee not—
But let the lashes of thy dark blue eye
In slumber soft—their quiv'ring task forgot,
Sink to the peace of calm eternity!
Of innocent thoughts, within thee, wake the smile
That now is stealing o'er thy red lips—while
Affection's face tho' seen thro' tears, is bright—
As fill'd with fond o'erflowings, throbs her heart!
Sweet to be watch'd by Love, and sweeter still
With Love to watch, as genial bosoms thrill
With all that bliss may cherish or impart!
Dream'st thou of joy—young sleeper? wake thee not—
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In slumber soft—their quiv'ring task forgot,
Sink to the peace of calm eternity!
If thou unveil'st them now—long, after years,
Will but re-close them with unsought for—tears!
Will but re-close them with unsought for—tears!
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