Childhood Was Heaven!
Is Heaven's prospect
Not, in hindsight
That place, as free-souled, by all
As should be the best to call:
Childhood's delight?
There tis, anyway
Its standard for
What, living up to again
The deep in love can but feign:
Sweet-smiled rapport.
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