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The Child of the Poet

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The sunshine of thy Father's fame      Sleeps in the shadows of thy eyes,     And flashes sometimes when his name      Like a lost star seeks its skies.     In the horizons of thy heart      His memory shines for aye,     A light that never shall depart      Nor lose a single ray.     Thou passest thro' the crowds unknown,      So gentle, so sweet, and so shy;     Thy heart throbs fast and sometimes may grow low;                         Then alone      Art the star in thy Father's sky.     'Tis fame enough for thee to bear his name --      Thou couldst not ask for more;     Thou art the jewel of thy Father's fame,      He waiteth on the bright and golden shore;     He prayeth in the great Eternity     Beside God's throne for thee.

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"The sunshine of thy Father's fame..."

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