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Rh Well, it sounds very funny to read it
 * When I've heard the dear grandfather snore!

Did it seem just as charming to grandma
 * As Charlie's dear letters to me,

When he writes of devotion and worship.
 * And "bliss" with a proper-sized "b"?

Will somebody, some time, be reading
 * With wonder the words I hold dear?

Will Twenty look backward at Threescore,
 * Pronouncing its love-record queer?

H! never you'll guess, little baby,
 * How fair are the visions I weave—

How earnest the wishes I whisper,
 * How loving the kisses I leave

On lids like a late-folded rose-leaf,
 * On nestled cheek downy and warm,

On mouth with its small dream aquiver,
 * On fingers and vague battling arm.

This kiss I lay softly and slowly,
 * And weigh it down thus, with a prayer

That a God-given guerdon of blessing
 * May go with the name you shall bear—