Sing, sing, the Immortals, The Ancients of days, Ever crowding the portals Of Time's peopled ways; These Babes ever stealing Into Eden's glad feeling, The fore-world revealing, God's face ne'er concealing.
Sonnets and canzonets / A. Bronson Alcott [electronic text]
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- Sonnets and canzonets / A. Bronson Alcott [electronic text]
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- Alcott, Amos Bronson, 1799-1888
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- Boston, Mass.: Roberts Brothers
- 1882
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VOYAGER across the seas,
In my arms thy form I press;
Come, my Baby, me to please,
Blue-eyed nurseling, motherless!
All is strange and beautiful,
Every sense finds glad surprise,
Life is lovely, wonderful,
Faces fair, and beaming eyes.
Safe, ye angels, keep this child,
Life-long guard her innocence,
Winsome ways, and temper mild;
Heaven, our home, be her defence!