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THE CHILD AND DOG.
Oh! breathing picture of Childhood bright.
With its blossoming visions of pure delight!
A dream of the Past, in this scene I see—
A landscape which beameth no more for me.
How many blessings were gather'd there—
How glad was the day-beam—how clear the air!
At every step there were roses strown;
Where have their leaves and their fragrance gone?
With its blossoming visions of pure delight!
A dream of the Past, in this scene I see—
A landscape which beameth no more for me.
How many blessings were gather'd there—
How glad was the day-beam—how clear the air!
At every step there were roses strown;
Where have their leaves and their fragrance gone?
Beautiful Child! as I look on thee,
With thy parted lips, and thy features free;
With the silken curls on thy cheek that lie,—
With the laughing light in that tameless eye—
As I look on these, I am lost in thought
Of what young existence to me hath brought;
And as thus this picture those scenes recall,
I look around—they are vanished all!
With thy parted lips, and thy features free;
With the silken curls on thy cheek that lie,—
With the laughing light in that tameless eye—
As I look on these, I am lost in thought
Of what young existence to me hath brought;
And as thus this picture those scenes recall,
I look around—they are vanished all!
They are vanished all!—and alone I stand
On the bark that hath borne me from Boyhood's land;
Yet, as breezes from Araby roam o'er the sea,
So those earliest raptures return to me.
Thrice happy the heart that remembers them long;
They freshen the soul with a fountain of song;
They point to that land of enjoyment above,
Where Hope lies at rest on the bosom of Love.
On the bark that hath borne me from Boyhood's land;
Yet, as breezes from Araby roam o'er the sea,
So those earliest raptures return to me.
Thrice happy the heart that remembers them long;
They freshen the soul with a fountain of song;
They point to that land of enjoyment above,
Where Hope lies at rest on the bosom of Love.
Philadelphia, August, 1832.
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