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TO THE LADY-AUTHOR OF THE ‘CHILD'S SUMMER.’ |
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XLIX. TO THE LADY-AUTHOR OF THE ‘CHILD'S SUMMER.’
Because thou hast the gifts of God's own child—The keen observance of revering love:
The microscopic glance of eyes that rove
Close down amongst entangling weeds thick piled:—
Because thy brows are with the promise sign'd
Of more complete perfection than the skill
Of pliant hands yet masters to thy will;
The presage of the forward-glancing mind—
Because thou know'st the limits of thy strength
And art well-pleased awhile a child to be,—
Childhood's Interpreter,—we honour Thee:
Secure, when Time fulfilment brings at length,
With joy to track thine upward climbing way,
And own the Dawn less glorious than the Day.
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