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BABY BROTHER.

BABY brother Louis!
You are fairest of the fair ;
There’s nothing half so beautiful
In earth, or sea, or air.

O baby brother Louis!
You are sweetest of the sweet ;

_ With breath as fragrant as the breeze

When spring and summer meet.

O baby brother Louis!

You are fair, and sweet, and wise;
The angels, mamma says, look out
Upon us from your eyes—

The angels, pure and innocent,
Who’re near unto the Lord ;

I read about them yesterday,
While reading in his Word.

And I am sure it must be so,
For every one can see,

While gazing in your heavenly eyes,
A heavenly mystery—

A mystery of love and peace.
What better can I say ?

There is no power in human words
Their meaning to convey.

Oh, darling baby brother!
If angels are so near,
That, while his face beholding,
They’re dwelling with you here,
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