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Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,
Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep[errata 1]) calm,
Fill[errata 2]) up the interspersed vacancies
And momentary pauses of the thought!
My Babe so beautiful! it thrills[errata 3]) my heart
With tender gladness, thus to look at thee,
And think that thou shalt learn far other lore
And in far other scenes! For I was rear'd
In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim,
And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars.
But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze
By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags
Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds
Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores
And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear
The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible
Of that eternal language, which thy God
Utters, who from eternity doth teach
Himself in all, and all things in himself.
Great universal Teacher! he shall mould
Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask.

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing

Errata

  1. Original: dead was amended to deep: detail
  2. Original: Fill'd was amended to Fill: detail
  3. Original: fills was amended to thrills: detail