Written for the Col. Fountain.
CHILDHOOD.
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How beautiful is childhood It's cheek is
covered with rich colour, like fair fruit and
like that 100, all within is fresh and pure. To
that, the vitiated taste, and enfeebled appetite
may resort, and recover their sensbiity and
strength; and to the child, the man worn in
the ways of The world may go, and by par
taking of the spirit Of innocence which eme-
mates from this fair being, be led TO the source
Of all purity and happiness, even the Most
High. How beautiful is childhood Its brow
has not been marked by care, nor its eye dim
med by snow, neither has hate quenched the
beams of love, which were ordained there to
radiate. Remorse has not dsfgured its rosy
lips, nor the form of its countenance been
changed by intemperance. It is full OF hope,
for it has not known disappointment; it is free
from fear, for it has never felt, or remembers
not, pain or sorrow. The sweetness of life is
before it, and the evil things are hid from its
sight. To the child, the morning sun is ever
bright. and the evening hour ever grateful
Sleep descends like dew on its eye-lids, and
no phantoms Of ambition, or spectres Of the
past, haunt it through all the silent night. 1t
awakes. Heath is in its veins, and pleasure
brightly paints the JOY of the coming day. Its
little life Is pleasant spot, surrounded by
green hills, watered by ,limpid streams, and
full Of sweet flowers, and birds Of melodious
note; where winter is never known, and
where where storms never come. Well might
Byron exclaim, "and who could tell better,
the sad difference between the innocent boy !,
and the worn, erring anc unhappy man ofthe
world" might he exclaim:
"Ah! happy days; once more, who would


not be boy ~