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 Baby, baby kind, Though no word we find, Bear us yet in mind.

Half a little hour, Baby bright in bower, Keep this thought aflower—

Love it is, I see, Here with heart and knee Bows and worships me.

What can baby do, Then, for love so true?— Let it worship you.