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When in the midst of nature nursed, Sweet influences fell, On childly hearts that were athirst, Like soft dews in the bell Of tender flowers, that bowed their heads, And breathed a fresher smell.

God have pity on his gentle, childly heart, howsoever it be.”

“Ah! you have kept much of the childly heart,” answered Philippa smiling.

Let fogs not blind thee, Thou spirit childly!

I took it away and wiped her face, which looked at me so childly, so elfish, so willful, and so tenderly, that I took it between my hands and kissed it.