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Harriet Monroe - New-Born
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She is so wee, 
So wise and dear 
Her eyes can see, 
Her ears can hear, 
The flowers that grow 
Below the snow, 
The birds that peep 
In their eggs asleep, 
The songs we sing her 
No other has heard, 
The love we bring her 
With never a word.
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