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Show T7 . . A CHILDISH FANCY. Leng ago in our chUdbood's rears We thought, my brother and I, Bow the little atari in their golden thrones 1 Am they shone In the evening eky I Were little holes in heaven s blue door, Where the glory came shining through. At each blink we thought an angel pntiristi And hid the light from view. As we older grew and wiser were We learned that the stars wore suns, No more the little holes in hoaven, Through which the glory runs; , That the dark blue vault was only space. And not the vault of heaven. Oh ! happier we, In our childhood's lore,' Ere wisdom's fruit was given. ' Ah ! had they but left us our childish faitn, i I could think sometimes that you Might kneol perhaps on the golden floor. By a star hole, and peep through. And, oh 1 1 would care not how long the days If only say once a year I could feel that 1 saw you looking there. And watching us all down here. But the stars are suns, so the savants say And the heaven to which you've gone May be very near, or very far, The place of it is not known. You may be near and watching us, But we cannot feel you so. Ah 1 1 thluk 'twas bast the faith we held In our childhood long ago. Midland Express, j |