I am loved by little children:
Happy girl and laughing boy
Cast their tender arms around me,
Clamorous with joy.
Baby waking out of slumber
To solitary land
Gathers open-eyed contentment
From my out-stretched hand.
On my arm, he stills his sorrow,
At my breast his wailings cease:
To be loved by little children
Brings me hope and peace.
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