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SLEEPING CHILD.

innocent, how beautiful thy sleep! Sweet one, 'tis peace and joy to gaze on thee! Thy summer sports, thy cloudless gaiety, Are hush'd in slumber; but there lingers still A smile upon thy lips, like the young day, Flinging its sunlight o'er the half-blown rose; Thy laughing eyes are clos'd, while the dark lash Rests on thy dimpled cheek, where health has shed Its liveliest carnation; unconfin'd, Like golden clusters, shadowing thy face, Thy chesnut curls twine round thy little arm,