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47
THE BABY'S THOUGHTS.
“I wonder what the baby thinks.
Just see how wide awake she lies,
And crows at me, and chirps, and winks,
With laughing wonder in her eyes.”
Just see how wide awake she lies,
And crows at me, and chirps, and winks,
With laughing wonder in her eyes.”
I'll answer for her, little girl.—
“Whose can it be, that merry face,
With hair like sunbeams in a curl,
That hangs around my nestling-place?
“Whose can it be, that merry face,
With hair like sunbeams in a curl,
That hangs around my nestling-place?
“At three months old I've much to learn,
For everything looks strange to me.
But then I know enough to turn
To all the brightest things I see.
For everything looks strange to me.
But then I know enough to turn
To all the brightest things I see.
48
“Red roses on the curtain grow,
Once, when 't was up, I saw a star.
I wonder, Brown Eyes, if you know
How many splendid things there are?
Once, when 't was up, I saw a star.
I wonder, Brown Eyes, if you know
How many splendid things there are?
“Now don't you wish you were n't so tall?
Then you 'd live in a cradle, too,
And talk to shadows on the wall,
And think you heard them talk to you.
Then you 'd live in a cradle, too,
And talk to shadows on the wall,
And think you heard them talk to you.
“But, then, I could n't spare you, dear;
For when I wake from pretty dreams,
And that great sun goes by, so near,
You seem like one of his soft beams.
For when I wake from pretty dreams,
And that great sun goes by, so near,
You seem like one of his soft beams.
“I guess that you, and mother too,
Are pieces broken from the sun.
No; she 's the sun, a sunbeam you;
For when she goes, away you run.
Are pieces broken from the sun.
No; she 's the sun, a sunbeam you;
For when she goes, away you run.
49
“I lie here guessing every day
What all the things around can be;
This four-walled world in which I stay
Is full of wonders, dear, to me.”—
What all the things around can be;
This four-walled world in which I stay
Is full of wonders, dear, to me.”—
There, little girl, your sunny face
Will give the baby thoughts like these;
Then let no frown your brow disgrace,
But be the loveliest thing she sees.
Will give the baby thoughts like these;
Then let no frown your brow disgrace,
But be the loveliest thing she sees.
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