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 And bring their babes; their hearts discern (And oh, that others would!) How mother-like His Heart must yearn Who made their motherhood.

A happy Home where children pray, With milk and honey fed, Whose altar-hearth burns bright alway, Whose bread is richly spread:— Such is the Church; and sweet the song Her little children sing, Of all who round His Altar throng The dearest to our King.