Excerpt from The Shadows of the Trees: And Other PoemsDear little face, With placid brow and clear, up-looking eyes, And prattling lips that speak no evil thing, And dimpling smiles, free of fair-seeming lies, Unschooled to ape the dreary world's pretence, Sweet imager of cloudless innocence, The tenderest ¿ower of Nature's fashioning A dewy rose amidst the wilderness, Amidst the desert a clear-welling spring, So is thy undissembling loveliness, Dear little face.Dear little hand! How sweet it is to feel against my own The touch of that soil: palm, which never yet The taint of soul-destroying gold hath known There Nature's seal of trustfulness is pressed, Even as her loving touch the lily blessed With stainless purity - even as she set The golden ¿ame upon the daffodil, And heaven's clear blue upon the violet, May her best gifts be for thy clasping still, Dear little hand.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.