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Are built, and smile in calm, and say—
"These little motes and grains shall be
"Clothed on with immortality
"More glorious than the noon of day.
"All that is pass'd into the flowers,
"And into beasts, and other men,
"And all the Norland whirlwind showers
"From open vaults, and all the sea
"O'erwashes with sharp salts, again
"Shall fleet together all, and be
"Indued with immortality."

Thrice happy state again to be
The trustful infant on the knee!
Who lets his waxen fingers play
About his mother's neck, and knows
Nothing beyond his mother's eyes.
They comfort him by night and day
They light his little life alway;
He hath no thought of coming woes;