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46 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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JOHN ANSTER (1798-1867)
THE FAIRY CHILD
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HE summer sun was sinking With a mild light, calm and mellow; It shone on my little boy's bonnie cheeks, And his loose locks of yellow.
The robin was singing sweetly,
And his song was sad and tender, And my little boy's eyes, while he heard the song,
Smiled with a sweet, soft splendor.
My little boy lay on my bosom
While his soul the song was quaffing;
The joy of his soul had tinged his cheek, And his heart and his eye were laughing.
I sate alone in my cottage,
The midnight needle plying; I feared for my child, for the rush's light
In the socket now was dying ;
Then came a hand to my lonely latch, Like the wind at midnight moaning;
I knelt to pray, but rose again
For I heard my little boy groaning. |
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