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 And to tame the flash of thy cloudless eyes Into the stillness of autumn skies; And to teach thee that grief hath her needful part, Midst the hidden things of each human heart!

Yet shall we mourn, gentle child! for this? Life hath enough of yet holier bliss! Such be thy portion!—the bliss to look With a reverent spirit, through Nature's book; By fount, by forest, by river's line, To track the paths of a love divine; To read its deep meanings—to see and hear God in earth's garden—and not to fear!