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 And then you woke, Chill as the holy water trickled down, And, weeping, cast the window a strange look, Half smile, half infant frown.

I scarce could hear The shrill larks singing in the green meadows, 'Twas summertide, and, budding far and near, The hedges thick with rose.

And now you're grown A little girl, and this same helpless mite Is come like such another bud half-grown, Out of the wintry night.

Time flies, time flies! And yet, bless me! 'tis little changed am I; May Jesu keep from tears those infant eyes, Be love their lullaby!