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HOU lovely and thou happy child, Ah, how I envy thee! I should be glad to change our state, If such a thing might be.

And yet it is a lingering joy To watch a thing so fair, To think that in our weary life Such pleasant moments are.

A little monarch thou art there, And of a fairy realm, Without a foe to overthrow, A care to overwhelm.

Thy world is in thy own glad will, And in each fresh delight, And in thy unused heart, which makes Its own, its golden light

With no misgivings in thy past, Thy future with no fear; The present circles thee around, An angel’s atmosphere.

How little is the happiness That will content a child— A favourite dog, a sunny fruit, A blossom growing wild.