The Child of the Poet

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The sunshine of thy Father's fame sleeps in the shadows of thu eyes,And flashes sometimes when his name like a lost star seeks its skies. In the horizons lf thy hesrt his memory shines for aye,A light that never shall depart nor lose a single ray. Thou passest thro' the crowds unknown, so gentle, so sweet, and so shy; Thy heart throbs fast and sometimes may grow low; Then alone art the star in thy father's sky. 'Tis fame enough for thee to bear his name--Thou couldst not ask for more; Thou art the jewel of thy Father's fame, He waiteth on the bright and golden shore;He prayeth in the great Eternity Beside Goc's throne for thee.