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Welcome, welcome, little stranger
To this busy world of care:
Nothing can thy peace endanger,
Nothing now thy steps ensnare.
Mother's heart is fill'd with pleasure,
All her feelings are awake;
Gladly would she, little treasure,
All thy pains and suff'rings take.
May'st thou, if design'd by heaven,
Future days and years to see,
Soothe her, make her passage even;
Let her heart rejoice in thee.
May her anxious cares and labors
Be repaid by filial love;
And thy soul be crown'd with favors
From the boundless source above.
Jane Taylor.
HOW GENTLY SHE SLEEPS.
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