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72 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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To watch him with silent rapture, To cheer him with happy noise,—
My one little fair-faced daughter And four brown romping boys. |
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Leaving the sheltering arms
That fain would bid him rest Close to the love and the longing,
Near to the mother's breast,— Wild with daring and laughter,
Looking askance at me, He stumbled across through the shadows
To rest at his father's knee. |
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Baby, my dainty darling,
Stepping so brave and bright With flutter of lace and ribbon
Out of my arms to-night, Helped in thy pretty ambition
With tenderness blessed to see, Sheltered, upheld, and protected —
How will the last steps be ? |
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See, we are all beside you,
Urging and beckoning on, Watching lest aught betide you
Till the safe, near goal is won, Guiding the faltering footsteps
That tremble and fear to fall — How will it be, my darling,
With the last sad step of all ? |
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