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Another and still another
As surf rolls in of the sea
And each to each is a brother
And each is a babe to me.

In a poor child's hair the sunshine
As to children all sufficed,
As a crown of glory for ever,
The kiss of the living Christ.

And I sent a blessing upon him
And wished it carried the powers
To flood the ways with sunlight
And choke the fields with flowers.
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