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And thinking of that fit of grief or rage I look upon one child or t'other there And wonder if she stood so at that age-- For even daughters of the swan can share Something of every paddler's heritage-- And had that colour upon cheek or hair, And thereupon my heart is driven wild: She stands before me as a living child.