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thou art, the child of one Who in each lowly flower, Each leaf that glances to the sun, Or trembles with the shower;

In each soft shadow of the sky, Or sparkle of the stream, Will guide thy kindling spirit's eye To trace the Love Supreme.

So shall deep quiet fill thy breast, A joy in wood and wild;— And e'en for this I call thee blest, The gentle poet's child!