Smites the heart of your King,
And your hell-hounds are flayed,—then Peace will be won!
[HEREDITY]
I see her creeping 'long the nursery floor,—
A dainty, blue-eyed Babe, scarce old enough
To realize 'tis she whom I adore,—
She is a priceless diamond in the rough.
Again I see her playing with a host
Of noisy, kindergarten girls and boys;