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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

For my son, aged 2 1/4 years

A Cradle Song
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.
-- William Butler Yeats

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