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BABY MINE
Baby mine, with the grave, grave face,
Where did you get that royal calm,
Too staid for joy, too still for grace?
I bend as I kiss your pink, soft palm;
Are you the first of a nobler race,
Baby mine?
Where did you get that royal calm,
Too staid for joy, too still for grace?
I bend as I kiss your pink, soft palm;
Are you the first of a nobler race,
Baby mine?
You come from the region of long ago,
And gazing awhile where the seraphs dwell
Has given your face a glory and glow—
Of that brighter land have you aught to tell?
I seem to have known it—I more would know,
Baby mine.
And gazing awhile where the seraphs dwell
Has given your face a glory and glow—
Of that brighter land have you aught to tell?
I seem to have known it—I more would know,
Baby mine.
Your rapt, blue eyes have a far-off reach,
Look at me now with those wondrous eyes,
Why are we doom'd to the gift of speech
While you are silent, and sweet, and wise?
You have much to learn—you have more to teach,
Baby mine.
Look at me now with those wondrous eyes,
Why are we doom'd to the gift of speech
While you are silent, and sweet, and wise?
You have much to learn—you have more to teach,
Baby mine.
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