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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
Thou wast some foundling whom the Hours Nursed, laughing, with the milk of Mirth;Some influence more gay than ours Hath ruled thy nature from its birth,As if thy natal-stars were flowers That shook their seeds round thee on earth.
And thou, to lull thine infant rest, Wast cradled like an Indian child;All pleasant winds from south and west With lullabics thine cars beguiled,Rocking thee in thine oriole’s nest, Till Nature looked at thee and smiled.
Thine every fancy seems to borrow A sunlight from thy childish years,Making a golden cloud of sorrow A hope-lit rainbow out of tears,—Thy heart is certain of to-morrow, Though 'yond to-day it never peers.
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