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CHILD-LIFE.
CHILD LIFE.
LIKE the cadence of an old love song,Borne on a zephyr's wings along,Fadingand dying,Then sounding again,Touching the heart with its mournful strain,Tearing my soul from its worldly strife,Came a dream or vision of life, child-life.
Methought the heart of a child stood bare,And I saw all human passions there,Urgingand surgingLike waters grand,Hurled by the mælstrom's mighty hand,While the billows dashed with a sullen sound,And scattered the foaming spray around.
