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STOLEN WATERS.
 * "A rosy child,

Sitting and singing, in a garden fair,
 * The joy of hearing, seeing,
 * The simple joy of being—

Or twining rosebuds in the golden hair
 * That ripples free and wild.


 * "A sweet pale child—

Wearily looking to the purple West—
 * Waiting the great For-ever
 * That suddenly shall sever

The cruel chains that hold her from her rest—
 * By earth-joys unbeguiled.


 * "An angel-child—

Gazing with living eyes on a dead face:
 * The mortal form forsaken,
 * That none may now awaken,

That lieth painless, moveless in her place,
 * As though in death she smiled!


 * "Be as a child—

So shall thou sing for very joy of breath—
 * So shall thou wait thy dying,

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