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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in

the pathless sky, ships get wrecked in the trackless water, death

is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is

the great meeting of children.

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The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where

it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling there,

in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with

glow-worms, there hang two timid buds of enchantment. From there

it comes to kiss baby's eyes.

The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps-does

anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a

young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a

vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the

dream of a dew-washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby's

lips when he sleeps.