_Sweet! when first my baby ear Curled itself and learned to hear, 'Twas your silver-singing voice Made my baby heart rejoice._ _Hushed upon your tender breast, Soft you sang me to my rest; Waking, when I sought my play, Still your singing led the way._…
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