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Healthy children, with those blue English eyes, fresh from their Maker, Fierce and ravenous, staring through At the brown loaves of the baker.

I am listening here in Rome, And the Romans are confessing, "English children pass in bloom All the prettiest made for blessing.

Angli angeli!" (resumed From the mediæval story) "Such rose angelhoods, emplumed In such ringlets of pure glory!"

Can we smooth down the bright hair, O my sisters, calm, unthrilled in Our heart's pulses? Can we bear The sweet looks of our own children,