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TO EMMA LAURA.
AGED THREE YEARS.
HOU art dancing on before me,My little happy child;
While I, beneath this summer sky,
Wander on in languid luxury,
To dreamy thoughts beguiled.
Sweet is this "leafy month of June,"
With all its glorious flowers,
But sweeter far to watch the rose
That on thy cheek unclouded glows,
The hue of life's best hours.
With all its glorious flowers,
But sweeter far to watch the rose
That on thy cheek unclouded glows,
The hue of life's best hours.
And brighter than the summer sky
Thine eyes' celestial blue,
Thy radiant smile and sunny hair
That mantles o'er thy forehead fair,
In waves of golden hue.
Thine eyes' celestial blue,
Thy radiant smile and sunny hair
That mantles o'er thy forehead fair,
In waves of golden hue.
Around me every leafy brake
With woodland music rings;
But none so sweet as that wild lay,
Thy little voice the livelong day
For very gladness sings.
With woodland music rings;
But none so sweet as that wild lay,
Thy little voice the livelong day
For very gladness sings.
