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175 A fire was once within my brain;

And in my head a dull, dull pain;

And fiendish faces one, two, three,

Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.

But then there came a sight of joy;

It came at once to do me good;

I waked, and saw my little Boy,

My little Boy of flesh and blood;

Oh joy for me that sight to see!

For he was here, and only he.

Suck, little Babe, oh suck again!

It cools my blood; it cools my brain;

Thy lips I feel them, Baby! they

Draw from my heart the pain away.

Oh! press me with thy little hand;

It loosens something at my chest;

About that tight and deadly band

I feel thy little fingers prest.

The breeze I see is in the tree;

It comes to cool my Babe and me.