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Lorsque l'enfant parait	A
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XIX May	B
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The child comes toddling in and young and old	A
With smiling eyes its smiling eyes behold	A
And artless babyish joy	C
A playful welcome greets it through the room	D
The saddest brow unfolds its wrinkled gloom	D
To greet the happy boy	C
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If June with flowers has spangled all the ground	A
Or winter bleak the flickering hearth around	A
Draws close the circling seat	A
The child still sheds a never failing light	A
We call Mamma with mingled joy and fright	A
Watches its tottering feet	A
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Perhaps at eve as round the fire we draw	E
We speak of heaven or poetry or law	E
Or politics or prayer	F
The child comes in 'tis now all smiles and play	B
Farewell to grave discourse and poet's lay	B
Philosophy and care	F
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When fancy wakes but sense in heaviest sleep	G
Lies steeped and like the sobs of them that weep	G
The dark stream sinks and swells	H
The dawn like Pharos gleaming o'er the sea	I
Bursts forth and sudden wakes the minstrelsy	I
Of birds and chiming bells	I
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Thou art my dawn my soul is as the field	A
Where sweetest flowers their balmy perfumes yield	A
When breathed upon by thee	I
Of forest where thy voice like zephyr plays	I
And morn pours out its flood of golden rays	I
When thy sweet smile I see	I
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Oh sweetest eyes like founts of liquid blue	J
And little hands that evil never knew	J
Pure as the new formed snow	K
Thy feet are still unstained by this world's mire	L
Thy golden locks like aureole of fire	M
Circle thy cherub brow	N
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Dove of our ark thine angel spirit flies	I
On azure wings forth from thy beaming eyes	I
Though weak thine infant feet	A
What strange amaze this new and strange world gives	I
To thy sweet virgin soul that spotless lives	I
In virgin body sweet	A
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Oh gentle face radiant with happy smile	O
And eager prattling tongue that knows no guile	O
Quick changing tears and bliss	I
Thy soul expands to catch this new world's light	A
Thy mazed eyes to drink each wondrous sight	A
Thy lips to taste the kiss	I
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Oh God bless me and mine and these I love	P
And e'en my foes that still triumphant prove	Q
Victors by force or guile	O
A flowerless summer may we never see	I
Or nest of bird bereft or hive of bee	I
Or home of infant's smile	O
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HENRY HIGHTON M A	R

Victor-marie Hugo

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