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thy bounding step I hear, And thy soft voice, low and clear; When thy glancing eyes I meet, In their sudden laughter sweet— Thou, I dream, wert surely born For a path by care unworn! Thou must be a shelter'd flower, With but sunshine for thy dower.

Ah! fair child, not e'en for thee May this lot of brightness be; Yet, if grief must add a tone To thine accents now unknown; If within that cloudless eye Sadder thought must one day lie, Still, I trust the signs which tell On thy life a light shall dwell, Light—thy gentle spirit's own, From within around thee thrown.