THE KING
"My little Son,’ she said, "My little Son, My beautiful, my wond'rous Lovely One, I kiss thy head, thy hands, thy little feet; Thou art so sinall, so helpless, and so sweet, "They cone with gifts and look on thee with awe, And tell in whispers of the Star they saw. . I see but thee... TI know no more than this, That thou art soft as rose Jeaves io my kiss"? 7
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Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 24, 30 December 1927, Page 6
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74THE KING Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 24, 30 December 1927, Page 6
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