A Child, Curious And Innocent, Slips From His Nurse, And Rejoicing Loses Himself In The Fair. Thro' The Jostle And Din Wandering, He Revels, Dreaming, Desiring, Possessing; Till, Of A Sudden Tired And Afraid, He Beholds The Sordid Assemblage Just As It Is; And He Runs With A Sob To His Nurse (Lighting At Last On Him), And In Her Motherly Bosom Cries Him To Sleep. Thus Thro' The World, Seeing And Feeling And Knowing, Goes Man: Till At Last, Tired Of Experience, He Turns To The Friendly And Comforting Breast Of The Old Nurse, Death. 1876
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