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 I am loved by little children:

Happy girl and laughing boy

Cast their tender arms around me,

Clamorous with joy.

Baby waking out of slumber

To solitary land

Gathers open-eyed contentment

From my out-stretched hand.

On my arm, he stills his sorrow,

At my breast his wailings cease:

To be loved by little children

Brings me hope and peace.