Ah, what would philosophers say to that?

[pg 27]

There never was summer so bright as this,

And the world will always be burnished thus;

For if Love the magical painter is,

He for ever will paint the same for us.

'Tis a light within that illumes the land;

And free as the birds from sorrow or strife,

Very close together, and hand in hand,

We shall walk on through unlimited life.

'Ah, Harry!' I cried, 'I shall lean on you!

'Tis the purest joy to look up so high;

You will teach me all that I ought to do;

On your noble strength can my steps rely.

[pg 28]

I hope that you know I am very weak,

Only a poor little thing at the best;

But children can love before they can speak,

And I hope that love will make up the rest.'

Oh beautiful pathway, untouched by care;

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