ON INFANCY.
AH joyous period! when the opening mind
Puts forth its buds of thought. I love to trace
The rays of soul that dawn upon the face
Of infancy; unknown to art or guile,
Each secret pleasure prompts the early smile;
Expanding sentiment each hour unfolds,
The soul shines forth in ev’ry change we see,
While each fond parent with delight beholds
The dawning charms of sensibility.
They taste the pleasures of the smiling morn,
And dwell with rapture on the present hour;
Nor once suspect that soon the sharpen’d thorn,
Shall grow abundant round the opening flower,
And from the storm descend the killing shower.
(Elizabeth Bath)
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