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I heard a little child beneath the stars Talk as he ran along To some sweet riddle in his mind that seemed A-tiptoe into song. In his dark eyes lay a wild universe,— Wild forests, peaks, and crests; Angels and fairies, giants, wolves and he Were that world's only guests. Elsewhere was home and mother, his warm bed:— Now, only God alone Could, armed with all His power and wisdom, make Earths richer than his own. O Man!—thy dreams, thy passions, hopes, desires!— He in his pity keep A homely bed where love may lull a child's Fond Universe asleep! |