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    Baby, see the star!
      —Baby’s hand
     Opens, warm and bland,
Calm in claim of all things fair that are.

    Baby, hear the bells!
      —Baby’s head
     Bows, as ripe for bed,
Now the flowers curl round and close their cells.

    Baby, flower of light,
      Sleep, and see
     Brighter dreams than we,
Till good day shall smile away good night.

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