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, mirth, and love, these are the bonds That link them to each other— Those fairy sisters who support Their little laughing brother. Their eyes are filled with happiness, Each face is very fair, And their bright heads—a day in June Has shed its sunshine there.

Raised as in triumph on their arms, The youngest one looks down— He is a monarch absolute As ever wore a crown. There's many a king in Europe now, With sceptre and with sword, Whose regal will is far more curbed Than his—that infant lord.