This Child Is Not Mine As The First Was; I Cannot Sing It To Re

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This child is not mine as the first was;
I cannot sing it to rest;
I cannot lift it up fatherly,
And bless it upon my breast.

Yet it lies in my little one's cradle,
And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she 's gone to
Transfigures its golden hair.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)
-- The Changeling