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Little son, who lookd from thoughtful eyes moved and spoke in quiet Brown-up wise, Anonv law the seventh time disobey struck n, nd Smiss hard words and unkiss'd His mother, who was patient, being dead. Then, fearng test his griel should hinder sleep, I visited his bed, But found him slumbering deep, WIth darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yyet

From his late sobbing wet. And 1, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head,

He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a red-vein'd stone, A piece oI glass abraded by the beach, And six or seven shells, A bottle with bluebells,

And two French copper coins ranged there with caretul art, 2o comfort his sad heart.

So when that night I pray'd To God, I wept and said: Ah! when at last we lie with tranced breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys

We made our joys, How weakly understood, Iny great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, will be sorry for their childishness.