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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child’s Monitor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE wind blows down the largest tree, <br>And yet the wind I cannot see! <br>Playmates far off, who have been kind, <br>My thought can bring before my mind; <br>The past by it is present brought, <br>And yet I cannot see my thought;<br>The charming rose scents all the air, <br>Yet I can see no perfume there. <br>Blithe Robin's notes how sweet, how clear! <br>From his small bill they reach my ear, <br>And whilst upon the air they float, <br>I hear, yet cannot see a note. <br>When I would do what is forbid, <br>By something in my heart I'm chid; <br>When good, I think, then quick and pat, <br>That something says, 'My child, do that:' <br>When I too near the stream would go, <br>So pleased to see the waters flow, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That something says, without a sound, <br>'Take care, dear child, you may be drown'd: ' <br>And for the poor whene'er I grieve,<br>That something says, 'A penny give.' </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus something very near must be, <br>Although invisible to me; <br>Whate'er I do, it sees me still: <br>O then, good Spirit, guide my will.</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=Ann+Taylor">Ann Taylor</a></strong></div>