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MY BABY'S FACE. 



Written expressly for The American Press Association. 



By JOHN de WITT. 



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1. I looked in - to my ba-by's face, and love gat hold of 

 8. For somehow wlieu they're sweeteat.and its hard - est then to 

 3. But up there with my Fa-ther shin-eth down an an - gel 



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me, — I press'd it clos - er to my br«ast, and held it lov-ing-ly; 



part, A mighty hand just reaches down and tears them from the heart; 



face, Which seems to beck - on me and say, " Dear moth - er, here's a place. 



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And from its eyes there 

 Then, oh, the bit - ter 

 For you who loved me 



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seemed to come a smile like a sun - beam, 

 sorrow that we moth - ers have to bear ! 

 tenderly, who suf - fered for me, too ; 



To - day that smile's a mem-o-ry, it must have been a dieam. 

 Ah, none can know the depth of it, save Him who dwelleth there. 

 Our heav'nly Fa - ther ne'er forgets.He's saved this place for yoa" 



