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Dear child how radiant on thy mother's knee	A
With merry making eyes and jocund smiles	B
Thou gazest at the painted tiles	B
Whose figures grace	C
With many a grotesque form and face	C
The ancient chimney of thy nursery	A
The lady with the gay macaw	D
The dancing girl the grave bashaw	D
With bearded lip and chin	E
And leaning idly o'er his gate	F
Beneath the imperial fan of state	F
The Chinese mandarin	G
	-
With what a look of proud command	H
Thou shakest in thy little hand	H
The coral rattle with its silver bells	I
Making a merry tune	J
Thousands of years in Indian seas	K
That coral grew by slow degrees	K
Until some deadly and wild monsoon	J
Dashed it on Coromandel's sand	H
Those silver bells	I
Reposed of yore	L
As shapeless ore	L
Far down in the deep sunken wells	I
Of darksome mines	M
In some obscure and sunless place	C
Beneath huge Chimborazo's base	C
Or Potosi's o'erhanging pines	M
And thus for thee O little child	N
Through many a danger and escape	O
The tall ships passed the stormy cape	O
For thee in foreign lands remote	P
Beneath a burning tropic clime	Q
The Indian peasant chasing the wild goat	P
Himself as swift and wild	N
In falling clutched the frail arbute	N
The fibres of whose shallow root	N
Uplifted from the soil betrayed	N
The silver veins beneath it laid	N
The buried treasures of the miser Time	Q
	-
But lo thy door is left ajar	R
Thou hearest footsteps from afar	R
And at the sound	N
Thou turnest round	N
With quick and questioning eyes	S
Like one who in a foreign land	N
Beholds on every hand	N
Some source of wonder and surprise	S
And restlessly impatiently	A
Thou strivest strugglest to be free	A
The four walls of thy nursery	A
Are now like prison walls to thee	A
No more thy mother's smiles	B
No more the painted tiles	B
Delight thee nor the playthings on the floor	L
That won thy little beating heart before	L
Thou strugglest for the open door	L
	-
Through these once solitary halls	T
Thy pattering footstep falls	T
The sound of thy merry voice	U
Makes the old walls	T
Jubilant and they rejoice	U
With the joy of thy young heart	N
O'er the light of whose gladness	U
No shadows of sadness	U
From the sombre background of memory start	N
	-
Once ah once within these walls	U
One whom memory oft recalls	U
The Father of his Country dwelt	N
And yonder meadows broad and damp	V
The fires of the besieging camp	V
Encircled with a burning belt	N
Up and down these echoing stairs	U
Heavy with the weight of cares	U
Sounded his majestic tread	N
Yes within this very room	Q
Sat he in those hours of gloom	Q
Weary both in heart and head	N
	-
But what are these grave thoughts to thee	A
Out out into the open air	W
Thy only dream is liberty	A
Thou carest little how or where	W
I see thee eager at thy play	X
Now shouting to the apples on the tree	A
With cheeks as round and red as they	X
And now among the yellow stalks	U
Among the flowering shrubs and plants	U
As restless as the bee	A
Along the garden walks	U
The tracks of thy small carriage wheels I trace	U
And see at every turn how they efface	U
Whole villages of sand roofed tents	U
That rise like golden domes	U
Above the cavernous and secret homes	U
Of wandering and nomadic tribes of ants	U
Ah cruel little Tamerlane	J
Who with thy dreadful reign	J
Dost persecute and overwhelm	Q
These hapless Troglodytes of thy realm	Q
What tired already with those suppliant looks	U
And voice more beautiful than a poet's books	U
Or murmuring sound of water as it flows	U
Thou comest back to parley with repose	U
This rustic seat in the old apple tree	A
With its o'erhanging golden canopy	A
Of leaves illuminate with autumnal hues	U
And shining with the argent light of dews	U
Shall for a season be our place of rest	N
Beneath us like an oriole's pendent nest	N
From which the laughing birds have taken wing	Y
By thee abandoned hangs thy vacant swing	Y
Dream like the waters of the river gleam	Q
A sailless vessel drops adown the stream	Q
And like it to a sea as wide and deep	Z
Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep	Z
	-
O child O new born denizen	J
Of life's great city on thy head	N
The glory of the morn is shed	N
Like a celestial benison	J
Here at the portal thou dost stand	N
And with thy little hand	N
Thou openest the mysterious gate	N
Into the future's undiscovered land	N
I see its valves expand	N
As at the touch of Fate	N
Into those realms of love and hate	N
Into that darkness blank and drear	A
By some prophetic feeling taught	N
I launch the bold adventurous thought	N
Freighted with hope and fear	A
As upon subterranean streams	U
In caverns unexplored and dark	A2
Men sometimes launch a fragile bark	A2
Laden with flickering fire	A
And watch its swift receding beams	U
Until at length they disappear	A
And in the distant dark expire	A
	-
By what astrology of fear or hope	B2
Dare I to cast thy horoscope	B2
Like the new moon thy life appears	U
A little strip of silver light	N
And widening outward into night	N
The shadowy disk of future years	U
And yet upon its outer rim	Q
A luminous circle faint and dim	Q
And scarcely visible to us here	A
Rounds and completes the perfect sphere	A
A prophecy and intimation	J
A pale and feeble adumbration	J
Of the great world of light that lies	U
Behind all human destinies	U
	-
Ah if thy fate with anguish fraught	N
Should be to wet the dusty soil	C2
With the hot tears and sweat of toil	C2
To struggle with imperious thought	N
Until the overburdened brain	J
Weary with labor faint with pain	J
Like a jarred pendulum retain	J
Only its motion not its power	A
Remember in that perilous hour	A
When most afflicted and oppressed	N
From labor there shall come forth rest	N
	-
And if a more auspicious fate	N
On thy advancing steps await	N
Still let it ever be thy pride	N
To linger by the laborer's side	N
With words of sympathy or song	D2
To cheer the dreary march along	D2
Of the great army of the poor	A
O'er desert sand o'er dangerous moor	A
Nor to thyself the task shall be	A
Without reward for thou shalt learn	J
The wisdom early to discern	J
True beauty in utility	A
As great Pythagoras of yore	A
Standing beside the blacksmith's door	A
And hearing the hammers as they smote	A
The anvils with a different note	A
Stole from the varying tones that hung	E2
Vibrant on every iron tongue	E2
The secret of the sounding wire	A
And formed the seven chorded lyre	A
	-
Enough I will not play the Seer	A
I will no longer strive to ope	B2
The mystic volume where appear	A
The herald Hope forerunning Fear	A
And Fear the pursuivant of Hope	B2
Thy destiny remains untold	A
For like Acestes' shaft of old	A
The swift thought kindles as it flies	U
And burns to ashes in the skies	U