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Childhood's the soul's first gala-day.

— Ellen Russell Emerson Poems (1865)

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The loveless are the unblest,
Frosts transfix their grief,
Like a wreck on a reef.

Poems (1865)

Here and there a cloud is floating,
White and fair as a nun in prayer.

Poems (1865)

But "God was still behind the skies,"
As stricken Agatha once had said,
And He anoints the aiming spear
Of grief, and blesses the bowing head.

Poems (1865)

While the butter-cups toss golden heads,
Consequential bees alight,
Upon the downy saffron beds
Of the dandelion,
Fit for kings to lie on;
There, a lazy butterfly,
Like a thing adrift from Eden,
While saucy insects flutter by
In a busy throng,
Slowly sails along.

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