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Kneeling by a cradle-bed,On the clock she gazed in awe,—
Turning thence, her fears seemed fled
When her sleeping boy she saw;
And her beauty caught new grace,
As she smiled, a trusting smile,
Sad forebodings had given place,
Hope, like new-fledged dove, the while,
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As she watched her infant's rest.
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