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Poems (Osgood)/The Baby and the Breeze

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4445295Poems — The Baby and the BreezeFrances Sargent Osgood

THE BABY AND THE BREEZE.
The breeze was high, and blew her sun-brown tresses
  About her snowy brow and violet eyes;
  And she—my Ellen—brave and sweetly wise,
In gay defiance of its rough caresses,
With rosy, pouting month, essay'd at length
To blow the rude airs back, that mocked her baby-strength.

Ah: thus when Fortune's storms assail thy soul,
  Yield not, nor shrink! but bear thee bravely still
  Against their fury! With thine own sweet will
And childlike faith, oppose their fierce control,
So shalt thou bloom at last, my treasured flower,
Unharm'd by tempest-shock, in Heaven's calm summer bower!