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2 A CHILD’S DREAM.


The lips are voiceless, yet they wear the sweetest smile of bliss —

A smile so sweet, it well might chide the fondest mother’s kiss.

Thou happy sleeper, might I tell where now thy spirit roams,

The lot it shares—how poor would seem the joys of proudest domes! were Fame, wealth, and grandeur, never yet a pleasure could impart So pangless and so pure as those which now possess thy heart,

For thou art in the land of thought, and far hast left behind

The fading happiness of earth, for raptures more refined;

Thine seems a foretaste of the boon appointed for the blest, |

«‘‘Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.”

Thy spirit’s yet unfolded bud may seem too young to share

The full effulgence of the light, which bursts around thee there;

Thy “vital spark of heavenly flame”. may shine with trembling ray

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