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VII.

Baby, baby wise,

Love's divine surmise
Lights your constant eyes.

Day and night and day
One mute word would they,
As the soul saith, say.

Trouble comes and goes;
Wonder ebbs and flows;
Love remains and glows.
 
As the fledgeling dove
Feels the breast above,
So your heart feels love.