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Baby Bell. —

Baby

Bell.

She only crossed her

little

hands,

She only looked more meek and

fair!

We

parted back her silken hair,

We

wove the roses round her brow,

White buds, the summer's

Wrapt her from head

And

drifted snow,'

to foot in flowers

thus went dainty Baby Bell

Out

of this world of ours!