Were I told to select

Just one kiss a day;

Oh! What a puzzle

I would say.

Still a baby’s kiss

I’d choose, you see,

For in that wise choice

I’d gain ALL Three.

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A BABY’S SKIN

Texture of a butterfly’s wing,

Colored like a dawned rose,

Whose perfume is the breath of God.

Such is the web wherein is held

The treasure of the treasure chest

The priceless gift—the Child of Love.

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GRATITUDE (To A. T.)

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