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CHILDREN'S WELCOMING.
They were indeed a lovely group
Of happy, sportive creatures;
With all of beauty that can dwell
In earthly forms and features.

There was a light in every eye,
A tint on every cheek;
So bright, so deep, that rarer ones
A limner would not seek.

They sprang about the spangled grass
Like young and gamesome deer;
And thrillingly their voices fell
Upon my heart and ear.

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