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n sooth the smile that then was keepingWatch upon the baby sleeping,Floated with its tender lightDownward, from the drooping eyes,Upward, from the lips apart,Over cheeks which had grown whiteWith an eight-day weeping:All smiles come in such a wiseWhere tears shall fall or have of old--Like northern lights that fill the heartOf heaven in sign of cold.
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