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SCHOOL-CHILDREN.
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One has eyes of a darker hue, and hair like the
raven's wing:
She could not move with a queenlier grace were
she child of a sceptred king.
You should see her lip curl with scorn at some
cruel or wicked thing.
And here is another boisterous troop of bare
footed, laughing boys,
Quick to share in each other's griefs, and smile
at each other's joys:
Their teachers had need to be a second Job to
bear with their fun and noise.
They are past ; but my heart has followed them
where my feet have been before:
I look back through the weary years, and I am
a child once more,
