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UNDER THE LIGHT-HOUSE.
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    A sense of brooding care,
As if, in spite of death, a loving presence
    Filled all the viewless air.
"What should we fear?" whispered the little children,
    "There is no thing so small
But God will care for it in earth or heaven;
    He sees the sparrows fall!"