TO AN INFANT IN THE CRADLE.
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BY REV. GEORGE B. CHEEVER.
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Thou lovely miniature of Nature’s painting!
Thy beauty mingles care with my delight.
These colors are to grow: not like the fainting,
Soft, dying hues, that mark the eve’s twilight—
But evermore renewed, as if the dawn,
With its deep rosy tinge, instead of fading,