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 280 PICTURE OF A SLEEPING INFANT.

And wrapt in golden tissue, share, perchance, No sleep so sweet as thine.

Is it not thus

With us, the larger children ? Gorgeous robes, And all the proud appliances of wealth, Touch not the heart's content ; but he is blest, Though clad in humble garb, who peaceful greets The smile of nature, with a soul of love.

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