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 But when her baby fingers pull

This glossy, sleek, and silky treasure,

My cup of happiness is full—

I fairly glow with pride and pleasure!

And, sweeter still, through all the day

I seem to hear her winsome prattle—

I seem to feel her hands at play,

As though they gave me sportive battle.

Yes, heavenly music seems to steal

Where thought of her forever lingers,

And round my heart I always feel

The twining of her dimpled fingers!