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Well Child O' his crystal clear Sparkle strikes A sprite so fresh Oozing and bubbly Like a Water Baby From Earth Somewhere. His one-eyed fullness Reflects And searches The beaming smile Of Mother Sky Up there. She suckles him With Cloud-white Milk And kisses him With leaves so Soft a-fallin' Tender care. O' what bliss, Mother Sky And Well Child! Their love is locked In Poet-trees And green lyre! |
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