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CHILDREN.
How glad are tho homes when the children are born
There's thankfulness, feasting and mirth,
As each little mortal, a being to love,
Awakes to the beauties of earth.
There's thankfulness, feasting and mirth,
As each little mortal, a being to love,
Awakes to the beauties of earth.
And glad are the hearts if the children prove fair,
Have cheeks that with roses can vie,
Hive brows that are lofty and lips that are curved,
Are thoughtful and dreamy of eye.
Have cheeks that with roses can vie,
Hive brows that are lofty and lips that are curved,
Are thoughtful and dreamy of eye.
But great the rejoicing if too they are good,
And loving what's noble and pure,
For brow, cheek and lips are soon blighted by time,
But goodness may ever endure.
And loving what's noble and pure,
For brow, cheek and lips are soon blighted by time,
But goodness may ever endure.