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 To these fair children for a while. Dear Father, these are very fair! Lovely in all their ways, Whose every breathing is a prayer, And all their motion praise. Then a gleam steals o'er the snow Of my low-responding breast, Even as a faint afterglow Dawns in the ever-faded west. And so God gives all babes to me, In place of Baby who is gone; Yet ah! the whole fair human family Weighs lighter than my little one!