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A Sunbeam.
(TO L. C.)
When the thorn-leaves golden-brown
One by one were trembling down,
And across the misty dell
Slanted bars of amber fell;
One by one were trembling down,
And across the misty dell
Slanted bars of amber fell;
Then a little winning face,
Pure and bright and full of grace,
Softly as the slanting ray
Fell upon my heart one day.
Pure and bright and full of grace,
Softly as the slanting ray
Fell upon my heart one day.
Smiles of Autumn quickly fly,
Amber mists are floating by,
And the glistening sunrays pass
From the silver-braided grass:
Amber mists are floating by,
And the glistening sunrays pass
From the silver-braided grass:
But my little sunbeam lies
In my heart, a life-long prize;
Storm or shadow, come what will,
It will live and shine there still.
In my heart, a life-long prize;
Storm or shadow, come what will,
It will live and shine there still.
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