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Beware how thou touchest its heart cords wrong,For the virtues are weak and the vices are strong.GentlyGently and tenderly,Gently and tenderly,Wake the sweet strain,Touch pleasure and peace, and no discord will reign.Thou hast seen, oh my daughter, that each child of earthDoth emulate manhood, yes, e'en at its birth.

Then deal with it lovingly, let the dream last,Whee; comes a deep sorrow, the child-life is past.SoftlySoftly and sweetly—Softly and sweetly—Like light falling rain,Then dying away as Æolian strain,The dream-vision vanished, I heard still the voice,Group no longer in darkness, in thy knowledge rejoice.

I woke, and the sun newly born, grand and bright,Had flooded my room, and my soul with its light.