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 From morn to evening, all the hot fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirr'd and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come! So gaz'd I, till the soothing things, I dreamt, Lull'd me to sleep, and sleep prolong'd my dreams! And so I brooded all the following morn, Aw'd by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye Fix'd with mock study on my swimming book: Save if the door half-open'd, and I snatch'd A hasty glance, and still my heart leapt up, For still I hop'd to see the stranger's face, Townsman, or aunt, or sister more belov'd, My play-mate when we both were cloth'd alike!


 * Dear babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,

Whose gentle breathings, heard in this dead calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought! My babe so beautiful! it fills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee, And think, that thou shalt learn far other lore,