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And now there’s another, all dimples and smiles,
Billing her kingdom with winningest wiles.
We’re older in years and experience too—
Good judges by now; and we tell you 'tis true—
So write it and print it beyond a recall—
“Sweet Mary, the fairy’s the flower of them all.”


Oh blessed be mother-love, holy and pure,
That grows by dividing, is strong to endure.
And blest be the babies, the joy of the earth ;
And blest be the homes that rejoice at their birth.
And blest be the hearts that believe, without mock
That each precious babe is “the flower of the flock."