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I have but four, the treasures of my soul, / They lay like doves around my heart; / I tremble lest some cruel hand / Should tear my household wreaths apart.
My baby girl, with childish glance, / Looks curious in my anxious eye, / She little knows that for her sake / Deep shadows round my spirit lie.