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 A Babe He came one heart to bless (It is His cradle still), And evermore her blessedness Is theirs who do His will; A Child He trod the Temple-floor, By Mary Mother led; By children’s voices evermore His praise is perfected.

’Forbid them not,’ He said of old: The words so stern and sweet Still make believing mothers bold To gather at His Feet,