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The angels are stooping / Above your bed; / They weary of trooping / With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in heaven / To see you so good; / The Sailing Seven / Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you, / For I must own / That I shall miss you / When you have grown.