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Excerpt from The Garland of Gratitude
MY baby Boy of some few sunny hours I take thee forth, and first into the air Beneath the tender skies, and mid the ¿owers Of gentle June, breathing all odours rare° And while sweet tones from out the blossomy bowers Come from the bird and honey-seeking bee, And Beauty's spirit sheds its heavenliest powers To love and bless all that we feel and see, In Nature's name I now baptize thee, Boy, Shaking her sparkling dew-drops on thy brow So may her woods, waves, hills, and valleys low Give inspiration of superior joy; So lift thy mind to that exalted state, That, pitying custom's slaves, smiles at the vulgar great.
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