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319 Thy looks, thy gestures, all present

The picture of a life well-spent:

This do I see; and something more;

A strength unthought of heretofore!

Delighted am I for thy sake;

And yet a higher joy partake.

Our Human-nature throws away

Its second Twilight, and looks gay:

A Land of promise and of pride

Unfolding, wide as life is wide.

Ah! see her helpless Charge! enclosed

Within himself, as seems; composed;

To fear of loss, and hope of gain,

The strife of happiness and pain,

Utterly dead! yet, in the guise

Of little Infants, when their eyes

Begin to follow to and fro

The person that before them go,

He tracks her motions, quick or slow.

Her buoyant Spirit can prevail

Where common cheerfulness would fail:

She strikes upon him with the heat

Of July Suns; he feels it sweet;