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INFANT DAUGHTERS.
Oh ye, my beauteous nest of snow-white doves,My earthly cherubim, my precious pearls,
My pretty leash of loving little girls,
What wealth could price for me your guileless loves,—
My happiness, all gold with no alloy,
My treasuries of hope and trembling joy?
This toothless darling nestled soft and warm
Close to her glad young mother's yearning face;
That other bright-eyed fairy, full of grace
Laughing, like light, from underneath her arm;
And this sweet eldest, this just-budding mind
Beauteous and rich in thousand winning ways,
Dear winning ways, that round my heart-strings wind:
O God, for these my spirit is all praise!
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