DEAR, when you and I were young,
How delightedly, we hung
On this little story:
Still its simple beauty charms
Every age; the babe in arms,
Maids, and matrons hoary.
This the lesson: truth and nature,
Everywhere, alike prevail;
Love and beauty are immortal,
Trust in God can never fail.RIVERSIDE, EVE OF THE CIRCUMCISION, 1848.
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