Poems (Botta)/Little Red Riding Hood

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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.

“Heaven lies about us in our infancy.”


Sweet child of fairy land! since first I dwelt, with tearful eye,Upon the page that tells thy tale, Long years have glided by.
Then, in thy fabled history, No marvel could I see;For then the worlds of thought and sense Were fairy lands to me.
The fields and meadows were as bright As those where thou didst stray;—And gaily through their tangled flowers, Like thee I took my way.
And while I walked that sunny path, Nor doubt nor fear was mine;For childhood’s trustfulness and faith Are ever strong, like thine.
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Alas! that coming years should throw Dark shadows o’er our way;And leave us with this aching sense Of glory passed away.
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