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THE CHILD IN THE STREET.
FOR A BOOK OF TWO.
Even as tender parents lovinglySend a dear child in some true servant's care
Forth on the street, for larger light and air,
Feeling the sun her guardian will be,
And dreaming with a blushful pride that she
Will earn sweet smiles and glances every-where,
From loving faces, and that passers fair
Will bend, and bless, and kiss her, when they see,
And ask her name, and if her home is near,
And think, “O gentle child, how bless'd are they
Whose twofold love bears up a single flower!”
And so with softer musing move away:
We send thee forth, O Book, thy little hour—
The world may pardon us to hold thee dear.
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