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Bright are the opening flowers—Aye , bright as thee , sweet babe , and innocent . They bud and blooiti ; and straight their infant hours , Like thine , are done and spent ! Boy ! infancy is o ' er IGo with thy playmates to the grassy lea , Let thy bright eye with yon far laverock soar , And blithe and happy be I Go , crow thy cuckoo notes Till all the greenwood alleys loud are ringing—Go , listen to the thousand tuneful throats That ' niong the leaves are singing !
I would not sadden thee , Nor wash the rose upon thy cheek with tears : Go , while thine eye is bright—unbent thy knee—Forget all cares and fears I Youth ! is thy boyhood gone ?—The fever hour of life at length has come , And passion sits in reason ' s golden throne , While sorrow ' s voice is dumb !
Be glad ! it is thy hour Of love ungrudging—faith without reserve—And , from the Right , ill hath not yet the power To make thy footsteps swerve I Now is thy time to know How much of trusting goodness lives on earth , And rich in pure sincerity to go Rejoicing in thy birth I
Youth ' s sunshine unto thee—Love first and dearest—has unveiled her face , And thou hast sat beneath the trysting tree In love ' s first fond embrace 1
Enjoy thy happy dream , For life hath not another such to give ; The stream is flowing—love ' s enchanted stream ; Live , happy dreamer , live !
Though sorrow dwelleth here , And falsehood and impurity and sin , The light of love , the gloom of earth to cheer , Comes sweetly , sweetly in ! ' Tis o ' er I—thou art a man—The struggle and the tempest both begin Where he who faints must fail—he fight who can , A victory to win !