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ADDITIONAL AND 
And to dim thy brow with a toucli of care, 
Under the gloss of its clustering hair ; 
And to tame the flash of thy cloudless eyes, 
Into the stillness of autumn skies ; 
And to teach thee that grief hath her needful 
part, 
’Midst the hidden things of each human heart! 
Yet shall we mourn, gentle child ! for this ? 
Life hath enough of yet holier bliss ! 
Such be thy portion ! the bliss to look. 
With a reverent spirit, through Nature’s book ; 
By fount, by forest, by river’s line, 
To track the paths of a love divine ; 
To read its deep meanings—to see and hear 
God in earth’s garden—and not to fear. 
TO COWSLIPS, VIOLETS, AND 
DAISIES. 
CLARE. 
Bowing adorers of the gale, 
Ye cowslips delicately pale, 
Upraise your loaded stems; 
Unfold your cups in splendour, speak ! 
Who decked you with that ruddy streaky 
And gilt your golden gems 1 
