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The world is equal to the child's desire
Who plays with pictures by his nursery fire-
How vast the world by lamplight seems! How small
When memory's eyes look back, remembering all!-
One morning we set forth with thoughts aflame,
Or heart o'erladen with desire or shame;
And cradle, to the song of surge and breeze,
Our own infin
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