And in a small, sweet covert nigh, Her own young hands have made; A rosy girl hath laughingly Her infant brother laid
REVP H. STEBBING, A.M.
when infancy at evening tries By turns to climb each parents knees And gazing meets their raptured eres, Lond is not this the hour of peace
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PUBLISHED BY SCOTT, WEBSTER A GEARY.