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! the world's inheritance,

The treasure-trove of happy homes;

Whereby the poorest hut becomes

A fairy-palace of romance.

A cradle is the mother's shrine:

Two lamps o'erhang it—her sweet eyes.

Whose love-light falls, Madonna-wise,

On sleeping infancy divine.