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The little eyes that never knew Light other than of dawning skies, What new life now lights up anew The little eyes?

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

No storm, we know, may change the blue Soft heaven that haply death descries; No tears, like these in ours, bedew The little eyes.