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134 A COTTAGE SCENE.
And bright-eyed violets ; but, most of all,
When I beheld mild slumbering Innocence,
And on that young maternal brow the smile
Of those affections which do purify
And renovate the soul, I turned me back
In gladness, and with added strength, to run
My weary race lifting a thankful prayer
To Him who showed me some bright tints of heaven
Here on the earth, that I might safer walk
And firmer combat sin, and surer rise
From earth to heaven.
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