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50 Love him and trust him, darling;
 * Go to him every day;

Tell him your childish troubles In your own childish way.

What! is my darling weary?
 * Her eyes are closing in sleep;

Over the orbs of shining blue
 * Slowly the white lids creep;

Lower yet on my shoulder
 * Droopeth her golden head;

Take her carefully, father,
 * Carry her to her bed.