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The March Of The Children.
by William McKendree Carleton[From Arthur Selwyn's Note-book.]
[The March Of The Children.]
List to the sound of the drumming!
Gaily the children are coming;
Sweet as the smile of a fairy,
Fresh as the blossoms they carry.
Pride of the parents who love them,
Pure as the azure above them,
Free as the winds that caress them,
Bright as the sunbeams that bless them.
List to the voice-echoes ringing!
Sweeter than birds they are singing;
Thoughts that to virtue invite them,
Wed unto airs that delight them.
Truths that their future will cherish,
Soul-planted, never to perish!
Only to senses completer,
Heaven's choicest music were sweeter!
Virtue, unconscious and pretty,
Walks through the streets of the city;
See the gay bannerets flying,
Mottoes and titles undying;
Truths dearly hallowed and olden,
Braided in strands that are golden;
Words for the spirit's desiring,
Sentences sweetly inspiring!
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When, in a voice of caressing,
Christ gave the children His blessing,
'Twas not for one generation -
But for each epoch and nation.
So through the present it lingers,
Shed from His bountiful fingers;
So unto these it is given -
Types of the angels in Heaven.