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THE BABY'S THOUGHTS.
Thomas Westwood.
What's the baby thinking of?
Can you guess ? can you guess ? From between the budding leaves, Underneath the cottage eaves,
Came an answer, " Yes, yes, yes!"
" In the meadow," chirped the Swallow,
" I was flying all the day; I saw Baby in the clover, Toddling, tumbling, rolling over,
In his merry play; Hiding in each grassy hollow,
Out of nurse's way.
" 'Midst the buttercups I saw him ;
He was humming like the bee, And the daisies seemed to draw him,
For he crowed to see |
All their white and pinky faces Starring over the green places
'Neath the poplar-tree. And the butterfly that pleased him,
And the May-bloom out of reach, And the little breeze that teased him,
He is thinking now of each. Search his eyes, and you shall see
Kingcups meshed in golden mazes,
And a thousand starry daisies, And a sunbeam flashing free,
And a little shifting shadow,
Such as fluttered o'er the meadow From the fluttering tree.
Kiss his lip, and taste the rare
Honey-sweetness lingering on it; Kiss his pretty forehead fair,
May-bloom odors dropped upon it; And the naughty breeze also�
Kiss his cheek, and you shall find it In the rich and rosy glow,
And the freshness left behind it. |
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