CHILD-LIFE.
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'Twas a tiny seed in its embryo state,Yet I saw there the germs of love and hate—Lovingand hating!Together they stood,Strange that the evil should rest by the good!Oh! would that to mortals was granted the meedTo cherish the flower, but pluck out the weed!
Faith, Hope and Charity, all were there,Ambition, revenge, dark revenge, and despair,Doubtingand wondering,I touched a small sore,And the heart of the child was enveloped in gore.'Twas a slight disappointment that brought forth the blood,For a sire's broken promise disturbed the deep flood.
