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A LITTLE CHILD'S MONUMENT.
Of air be mute
From rosy morn to evening fall,
While flowerets blue.
Fair with dew,
Laugh to the azure over all;
Let a music mazy,
Born of the hazy
Play of a tender light and shade,
On hallowed ground
Dance with the sound
Fairy horns have faintly made;
A cloud of snow
Softly blow
On the blue verge of the form so white,
Delicate curl
In a windy whirl;
But man, be far from the holy height
Soil no fair fields of frosty light!
