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All good and guiltless as thou art, Some transient griefs will touch thy heart— Griefs that along thy altered face Will breathe a more subduing grace, Than even those looks of joy that lie On the soft cheek of infancy.

thou been in the woods with the honey-bee? Hast thou been with the lamb in the pastures free? With the hare thro' the copses and dingles wild? With the butterfly over the heath, fair child? Yes: the light fall of thy bounding feet Hath not startled the wren from her mossy seat; Yet hast thou ranged the green forest-dells And brought back a treasure of buds and bells.