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 With lips carnationed and her locks of gold, To greet the baby house and black-eyed dolls, Dressed and undressed and nursed through blissful hours. Frown not when roisterous boys or toss or strike The bounding ball, or leap, or run, or ride The mastered steed that, as the rider, loves The rushing course; or when with ringing steel The polished ice they sweep in winter's reign. All pleasing pastimes, innocent delights, That gladden hearts yet simple and sincere, Let love parental gather round the Home, And consecrate by sharing; let it watch With kind, approving smiles each merry game That quickens youthful blood, and, in the joy That beams from crimson cheeks and sparkling eyes, Its own renew, and live its childhood o'er. So shall the scenes where life's fleet-footed years Glide by with noiseless speed at last become Memory's rich treasure-field, be all o'erspread As with a radiant flood of golden sheen;