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Baby Bell.

!

Baby

"

Bell.

O, smite us gently, gently,

Teach us

And

to

perfect

Ah! how we

bend and

kiss the rod,

grow through loved her,

God

grief."

God can

tell;

Her

heart w^as folded deep in ours.

Our

hearts are broken.

Baby

Bell!

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