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on me with thy cloudless eyes, Truth in their dark transparence lies; Their sweetness gives me back the tears And the free trust of early years. My gentle child!

The spirit of my infant prayer, Shines in the depths of quiet there; And Home, and Love, once more are mine, Found in that dewy calm divine. My gentle child!

Oh! Heaven is with thee in thy dreams, Its light by day around thee gleams; Thy smile hath gifts from vernal skies— Look on me with thy cloudless eyes! My gentle child!