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wanders round the garden wild, I hear him singing sweet; I know it is my fairy child, I hear his dancing feet.

Birds low warble in the nest, Leaves murmur merrily; My boy is leaning on the breast Of God most tranquilly.

He gazes in deep eyes Divine, With innocent clear eyes; He is God's baby more than mine The Father is all-wise.

Carol, my darling! laugh and leap! For art thou not God's own? … … Ah wildly, wildly must I weep … God hath destroyed His son!