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The Play-Ground


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The Play‑Ground.

When painfully athwart my brain Dark thoughts come crowding on, And, sick of worldly hollowness, My heart feels sad and lone— Then out upon the green I walk, Just ere the close of day, And swift I ween the sight I view Clears all my gloom away.— For there are merry children, the village children come— The cheeriest things on earth, I see them play—I hear their tones Of loud and reckless mirth.— And many a clear and flute‑like laugh Comes ^Flies ringing through the air; And many a roguish flashing eye, And rich red cheek are there.— O, lovely, happy children! I am with you in my soul: I shout—I strike the ball with you— With you I race and roll.— Methinks, white‑winged angels, Floating unseen the while, Hover around this village green, And pleasantly they smile. O, angels! guard these children! Keep grief and guilt away: From worldly harm—from evil thoughts— O shield them night and day!
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