WHEN A YEAR OLD.

My sweet one, thou art starting now

In life's heart-saddening race,

With Innocence upon thy brow

And Beauty in thy face;

A tiny star among the host

That fleck the arc of life;

A tiny barque on ocean tossed,

To brave its billowy strife.

May Virtue reign supremely o'er

And round thy footsteps cling;

While Faith and Hope for evermore

Celestial numbers sing.

O may thy life be one glad dream

Of bright unclouded joy;

Thy love one pure and sunny theme

Of bliss without alloy.

Should Fate or Fortune's dazzling rays

Lead thee to other climes,

Then, darling, let this meet thy gaze,

And think of me sometimes.

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