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TO AN INFANT.
Rest, little head, while rest you may,
Ere the dawn deepens into day;
Who knows, when twilight melts away,
What time will be for rest or play?
Ere the dawn deepens into day;
Who knows, when twilight melts away,
What time will be for rest or play?
Rest, little head, ere yet the noon
Asserts the majesty of June;
The summer heat will follow soon,
When some must sweat and some must swoon.
Asserts the majesty of June;
The summer heat will follow soon,
When some must sweat and some must swoon.
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Rest, little head; the eve will come,
And you begin to think of home,
And grow content to cease to roam
Here in the late December gloom.
And you begin to think of home,
And grow content to cease to roam
Here in the late December gloom.
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