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BABY.
Baby in her slumber smiling,
Doth a captive take:
Whispers Love, “From dreams beguiling
May she never wake!”
Doth a captive take:
Whispers Love, “From dreams beguiling
May she never wake!”
When the lids, like mist retreating,
Flee the azure deep,
Wakes a newborn Joy, repeating,
“May she never sleep!”
Flee the azure deep,
Wakes a newborn Joy, repeating,
“May she never sleep!”
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |