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HER NURSLING

TO thy great heart, O Nature, take thy child;
Close fold him in thy large, serene embrace
Hide from the garish light his tired face;
Safe shelter him from storm-winds loud and wild.

Around him let thy hoary rocks be piled,
And sentinel trees guard well the quiet place
Where o'er him sunny shadows interlace,
And gentle violets breathe their perfume mild.

There let the birds at morn and evening sing;
There let the small stream chime its silver bells ;
There let the wind its viewless censers swing,

And monk-like crickets chant in grassy cells.
O Nature, thy cool mantle o'er him fling.
And weave into his sleep thy sweetest spells.