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I know he's coming by this sign, That baby's almost wild See how he laughs and crows and starts — Heaven, bless the merry child! He's father's self in face and limb, And father's heart is strong in him. Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands, For father on the threshold stands.

Mary Howitt

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Mary Howitt
Age: 88 †
Born: 1799
Born: March 12
Died: 1888
Died: January 30
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