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[How gladsome is a child, and how perfect is his mirth]
How gladsome is a child, and how perfect is his mirth,
How brilliant to his eye are the daylight shews of earth!
But Oh! how black and strange are the shadows in his sight,
What phantoms hover round him in the darkness of the night!
How brilliant to his eye are the daylight shews of earth!
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What phantoms hover round him in the darkness of the night!
Away, ye gloomy visions, I charge ye hence away,
Nor scare the simple heart that without ye were so gay;
Alas! when you are gone with all your ghastly crew,
What sights of glowing splendour will fade away with you!
Nor scare the simple heart that without ye were so gay;
Alas! when you are gone with all your ghastly crew,
What sights of glowing splendour will fade away with you!
He'll see the gloomy sky, and know 'tis here decreed,
That sunshine follow every storm, and light to shade succeed,
No more he'll dread the tempest, nor tremble in the dark,
Nor soar on wings of fancy far beyond the soaring lark.
That sunshine follow every storm, and light to shade succeed,
No more he'll dread the tempest, nor tremble in the dark,
Nor soar on wings of fancy far beyond the soaring lark.
I love thee, little brother, when smiles are on thy face,
I love thy eager merriment, thy never failing grace:
But when the shadow darkens thee and chills thy timid breast,
I'd watch from eve till daybreak that thou might'st be at rest.
I love thy eager merriment, thy never failing grace:
But when the shadow darkens thee and chills thy timid breast,
I'd watch from eve till daybreak that thou might'st be at rest.
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