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TO AN ORPHAN.
Thou hast been rear'd too tenderly,
Belov'd too well and long,
Watch'd by too many a gentle eye:
Now look on life—be strong!
Too quiet seem'd thy joys for change,
Too holy and too deep;
Bright clouds, thro' summer skies that range,
Seem oft times thus to sleep;
To sleep, in silvery stillness bound,
As things that ne'er may melt:
Yet gaze again—no trace is found
To show thee where they dwelt.
This world hath no more love to give
Like that which thou hast known;
Yet the heart breaks not—we survive
Our treasures—and bear on.
