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The little ones before the font He clasps within his arms to bless; For Childhood’s pure and guileless front Laughs back his own sweet gentleness. ‘Of such,’ he says, ‘my kingdom is, For they betray not with a kiss.’
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The little ones before the font He clasps within his arms to bless; For Childhood’s pure and guileless front Laughs back his own sweet gentleness. ‘Of such,’ he says, ‘my kingdom is, For they betray not with a kiss.’
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