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[I have found the young Gleaner, the Cherub of Morn]
I have found the young Gleaner, the Cherub of Morn:
Like the red blooming poppy she sleeps in the corn;
Those gay eyes, of the hue
Of the corn-blossoms blue,
Are like daisy's lids clos'd by a summer Eve's dew.
Like the red blooming poppy she sleeps in the corn;
Those gay eyes, of the hue
Of the corn-blossoms blue,
Are like daisy's lids clos'd by a summer Eve's dew.
Though her pillow be rugged, serene is her sleep,
While she dreams of the fields that the harvest-men reap;
Like the Lark in it's nest,
When no dangers molest,
Though so rude be her bed, yet so fresh is her rest.
While she dreams of the fields that the harvest-men reap;
Like the Lark in it's nest,
When no dangers molest,
Though so rude be her bed, yet so fresh is her rest.
There are those, httle Maid, if adduced to the proof,
Though by Indolence lull'd under Luxury's roof,
Who would joyfully share
Thine exemption from care,
And for that be content thy privations to bear.
Though by Indolence lull'd under Luxury's roof,
Who would joyfully share
Thine exemption from care,
And for that be content thy privations to bear.
Fan softly, I pray thee, thou gale of the west,
Fan softly, sweet gale, the repose of the blest!
For these fair yellow shocks
That thy light pinion rocks
Are the cradle of Innocence nurs'd among flocks.
Fan softly, sweet gale, the repose of the blest!
For these fair yellow shocks
That thy light pinion rocks
Are the cradle of Innocence nurs'd among flocks.
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