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'Tis said, that when he saw his child,

And saw the proof that she was his,

The first in many a year he smiled,

And pressed upon her brow a kiss.

In both his hands her hand he bound,

And led her gayly through his place.

He said the dead years circled round,

Hers was so like her mother's face.

He scarcely moves him from her side—

Her every hour with joy beguiles.

To make the gulf between us wide,

He acts the miser of her smiles.

He brings her presents rich and rare—

Wrought gold by cunning hands impearled,

Round opals that with scarlet glare,

The lightning of each mimic world.

She bowed, and smiled, and passed me by,

She passed me by!

O love, O lava breath that bums,

'Tis hard indeed to think she spurns

Such worshippers as you and I.