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THE LOST CHILD.
I.
I wandered down the sunny gladeAnd ever mused, my love, of thee;
My thoughts, like little children, played,
As gaily and as guilelessly.
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II.
If any chanced to go astray,Moaning in fear of coming harms,
Hope brought the wanderer back alway,
Safe nestled in her snowy arms.
III.
From that soft nest the happy oneLooked up at me and calmly smiled;
Its hair shone golden in the sun,
And made it seem a heavenly child.
IV.
Dear Hope's blue eyes smiled mildly down,And blest it with a love so deep,
That, like a nurseling of her own,
It clasped her neck and fell asleep.
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