 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
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WHAT SHALL WE WRAP THE BABY IN?
What shall we wrap the baby in?
Silks are too coarse, and velvets too rough,
Snowiest linens not half white enough:
A web for his blanket what fairy can spin?
What shall we wrap the baby in?
Silks are too coarse, and velvets too rough,
Snowiest linens not half white enough:
A web for his blanket what fairy can spin?
What shall we wrap the baby in?
The softest of colors may cover his bed,
Delicate hues of the sky and the rose,
Tints of all buds that in May-morns unclose,
When on the bosom of Sleep drops his head:—
Wrap him in something more heavenly, instead!
Delicate hues of the sky and the rose,
Tints of all buds that in May-morns unclose,
When on the bosom of Sleep drops his head:—
Wrap him in something more heavenly, instead!
What shall we wrap the baby in?
Nothing that fingers have woven will do:
Looms of the heart weave love ever anew:
Love, only love, is the right thread to spin,
Love we must wrap the baby in!
Nothing that fingers have woven will do:
Looms of the heart weave love ever anew:
Love, only love, is the right thread to spin,
Love we must wrap the baby in!
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