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24 Think'st thou of this, my little child,

While life's young visions dance before thee,

And still thy little lot has smiled,

And God has held his banner o'er thee ?

O ! it is good that infant hearts

Should early link themselves with Heaven ;

That when earth's dream of hope departs,

May high and nobler hopes be given.

The world is new; the world is fair ;

This busy world's still bright to thee ;

Nor hast thou seen a shade of care,

Yet dim its morning radiancy.

But ah ! the hour of grief must come ;

Life's vernal bloom must soon be over ;

And thou wilt weep, in anguish dumb,

Its sad illusions to discover.

A parent carried to the tomb-

A heartless, selfish world will show

Here Happiness hath not its home,

And sin hath blighted all below.

But may'st thou find the Well of Peace ;

And deeply drink its heavenly waters ;

That sin in thee may wholly cease,

And Heaven may take thee 'mong its daughters.

O ! who while oft his eye is caught

By childhood's sweet and gentle face,

Can choose but pause, in prayerful thought,

Their endless destinies to trace ?

'Twas this that caus'd me stay thee so,

And press thy little hand in mine ;

God bless thee, child ! and make thee know

His grace, his peace, his love divine.

FINIS.