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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115132" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115132" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I love to look on that eye of blue,<br> For tears have not yet worn a channel through;<br> And the few bright summers since thy birth,<br> Have left thee a stranger still on earth.<br> <br> A stranger -- and all, to thine untaught eyes,<br> Is bright with the hues of paradise.<br> The rapture of being thrills thy frame,<br> And sorrow thou know'st not even by name.<br> <br> Thy innocent thoughts, unswayed by art,<br> Gush from the depths of thy guileless heart;<br> Like a harp when the wandering breezes sigh,<br> Answering each touch with melody.<br> <br> I would, sweet one, I might wish for thee,<br> That a stranger thus thou shouldst ever be;<br> That time might not lift the enchanted veil,<br> Nor breathe in thine ear his mournful tale.<br> <br> But those who are bid to this feast of life,<br> Must drink the cup, -- must abide the strife: --<br> Then it were better to wish for thee,<br> Strength for the conflict, and victory.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta&d=Poems">Poems</a></em></div>

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