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 of children round me lead

In dance and song the happy hours:

As fair as flowers upon the mead,

But sweeter far and lovelier flowers;

One flower—to him who knows its worth,

Is a dropp'd star of heaven on earth.

so unanxious, undismay'd,

I wait for death—and waiting chant

My songs—and feel upon my head

The sunshine of sweet peace—I want

No joy—but, hope—as nature's guest,

To die—and say—"Enough—I’m blest."

, V. 65.