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Rh VII

thee, child, one summer day

Suddenly leave thy cheerful play,

And in the green grass lowly lying

I listened to thy mournful sighing.

I knew the wish that waked that wail,

I knew the source whence sprung those tears;

You longed for fate to raise the veil

That darkened over coming years.

The anxious prayer was heard, and power

Was given me in that silent hour

To open to an infant's eye

The portals of futurity.

But, child of dust, the fragrant flowers,

The bright blue flowers and velvet sod,

Were strange conductors to the bowers

Thy daring footsteps must have trod.

I watched my time, and summer passed,

And autumn waning fleeted by,

And doleful winter nights at last

In cloudy morning clothed the sky.