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Rh My guardian angel seemed to stand And mutely wave a warning hand— With sudden terror all unmanned, I turned myself and fled!

A cottage-gate stood open wide: Soft fell the dying ray On two fair children, side by side, That rested from their play— Together bent the earnest head, As ever and anon they read From one dear Book: the words they said Come back to me to-day.

Like twin cascades on mountain-stair Together wandered down The ripples of the golden hair, The ripples of the brown: