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Cradle Gifts


floated through her mind as she sank to sleep were those of a half-forgotten verse, learned, she could not say how many years before:—

You can glad your child or grieve it!
You can trust it or deceive it;
When all's done
Beneath God's sun
You can only love and leave it.