VII.

Baby, baby wise,

Love's divine surmise

Lights your constant eyes.

Day and night and day

One mute word would they,

As the soul saith, say.

Trouble comes and goes;

Wonder ebbs and flows;

Love remains and glows.

As the fledgeling dove

Feels the breast above,

So your heart feels love.

_PELAGIUS._

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