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THE CHILD-SEERS.Suggested by a Story of Pioneer Life in America.
Angel-guided, angel-guarded,
On they press their shining way,
Bright the light that gleams above them,
Pure their smile as morn's first ray.

Visions clear and well defined,
Oft before their mind's eye pass,
And they see the fated Future
Mirrored forth, as in a glass.

Words prophetic,—intuitions,
Mark the child-seer's daily life,
'Tis the voice of wisdom warning,
Calming sorrow, checking strife.

Spurn them not, these Heaven-sent teachers,
Let them bless thee ere they're flown,
Gentle mentors, by whose soft hands
Precious seeds of truth are sown.