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CHILDREN'S WELCOMING.
With minds of childish innocence
Unsullied and unbent;
Though living in a world of sin,
They knew not what sin meant.

"Come on," they cried, "we've deck'd your seat
With fresh-pull'd oaken boughs;
We've gathered flowers, and you must weave
Them round about our brows!

"We've chased each other down the hill,
And through the primrose vale;
But now we'll listen, while you sit
And tell the promised tale.

"We've run to meet you at the gate,
And watch'd and waited long:
Come on, come on—we're all right glad
To have you in our throng!"

And then the urchins, clambering up,
Gave many an earnest kiss;
And led me on, with wild delight,
Towards their fields of bliss.

Oh, how I loved the fairy elves!
I bless'd them, for I knew
Their inmost thoughts were on their lips,
Their welcoming was true.

There was a strong, endearing spell,
Around their artless ways;
I fear'd no treachery 'neath their smiles,
No falsehood in their praise.

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