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And bring their babes; their hearts discern
(And oh, that others would!)
How mother-like His Heart must yearn
Who made their motherhood.
A happy Home where children pray,
With milk and honey fed,
Whose altar-hearth burns bright alway,
Whose bread is richly spread:—
Such is the Church; and sweet the song
Her little children sing,
Of all who round His Altar throng
The dearest to our King.
Ballachulish : 1884.
