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 * Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,

Whose gentle breathings, heard in this ) calm, ) up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought! My Babe so beautiful! it ) my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee, And think that thou shalt learn far other lore And in far other scenes! For I was rear'd In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself. Great universal Teacher! he shall mould Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask.


 * Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,

Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Errata