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Awful to watch, ev'n rolling through a dream, Forcing wild spray-drops but from childhood's eyes! Wake, wake! as yet thy life's transparent stream Should wear the tinge of none but summer skies.

Come from the shadow of those realms unknown, Where now thy thoughts dismay'd and darkling rove; Come to the kindly region all thine own, The home, still bright for thee with guardian love.

Happy, fair child! that yet a mother's voice Can win thee back from visionary strife!— Oh! shall my soul, thus waken'd to rejoice, Start from the dreamlike wilderness of life?