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 Baby, hear the sea! —Baby's face Takes a graver grace, Touched with wonder what the sound may be.

Baby, see the star! —Baby's hand Opens, warm and bland, Calm in claim of all things fair that are.

Baby, hear the bells! —Baby's head Bows, as ripe for bed, Now the flowers curl round and close their cells.

Baby, flower of light, Sleep, and see Brighter dreams than we, Till good day shall smile away good night.