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And now there’s another, all dimples and smiles, Billing her kingdom with winningest wiles. We’re older in years and experience too— Good judges by now; and we tell you 'tis true— So write it and print it beyond a recall— “Sweet Mary, the fairy’s the flower of them all.”

Oh blessed be mother-love, holy and pure, That grows by dividing, is strong to endure. And blest be the babies, the joy of the earth ; And blest be the homes that rejoice at their birth. And blest be the hearts that believe, without mock That each precious babe is “the flower of the flock."