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“What can you see in Baby-Land ? ” “ Little folks in white
Faces pure and bright!” " What do they do in Baby-Land ?” “ Dream and wake and play,
Laugh and crow,
Shout and grow;
Jolly times have they!” “What do they say in Baby-Land ?” “ Why, the oddest things;
Might as well
Try to tell
What a birdie sings!”
And her love,
My heart is like a fountain true
There's not a rose where'er I seek,
There's not a star that shines on high, Is brighter than my baby's eye. There's not a boat
sea, Can dance as baby does to me. And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.
No silk was ever spun so fine
A little fish swims in the well,
The Queen has sceptre, crown and ball,
SLEEP, little baby of mine,
Shut, little sleepy blue eyes;
Sleep, little baby of mine,
O, little darling of mine,
(From “ Bitter-Sweet")
What is the little one thinking about ?
Unfathomed mystery! Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks, And chuckles and crows, and nods and
Warped by colic, and wet by tears,
And he'll never know
Where the summers go ;-
Who can tell what a baby thinks ?
Out from the shore of the great unknown, Blind, and wailing, and alone,
Into the light of day? – Out from the shore of the unknown sea, Tossing in pitiful agony; Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls, Specked with the barks of little souls, Barks that were launched on the other side, And slipped from Heaven on an ebbing
tide! What does he think of his mother's eyes? What does he think of his mother's hair?
What of the cradle-roof that flies Forward and backward through the air?
What does he think of his mother's breast, Bare and beautiful, smooth and white, Seeking it ever with fresh delight,
Cup of his life, and couch of his rest? What does he think when her quick embrace Presses his hand and buries his face Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell With a tenderness she can never tell,
Though she murmur the words
Of all the birds,
Now he thinks he 'll go to sleep!