To an Infant. [MS. E.]

Sweet babe, whose innocence doth brightly gleam,
A cherub pure, from heaven sent to earth,
May joy attend thee, like a waking dream,
And bless thy life, from the first hour of birth.

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American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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