Child of a Day
Child of a day, thou knowest notThe tears that overflow thy urn,The gushing eyes that read thy lot,Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!
And why the wish! the pure and blestWatch like thy mother o'er thy sleep.O peaceful night! O envied rest!Thou wilt not ever see her weep.
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