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 E gentle, O hands of a child; Be true: like a shadowy sea In the starry darkness of night Are your eyes to me.

But words are shallow, and soon Dreams fade that the heart once knew; And youth fades out in the mind, In the dark eyes too.

What can a tired heart say, Which the wise of the world have made dumb? Save to the lonely dreams of a child, "Return again, come!"