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BABY'S BATH.
I think there never was so brave a baby
In all the realms of Babydom, till now.
He positively looks upon cold water
As something quite enjoyable, I vow.
The little pink-limbed atom of perfection!
Just listen how melodiously he coos,
And reaches for the sponge Mamma is holding,
As if she only meant it to amuse.
In all the realms of Babydom, till now.
He positively looks upon cold water
As something quite enjoyable, I vow.
The little pink-limbed atom of perfection!
Just listen how melodiously he coos,
And reaches for the sponge Mamma is holding,
As if she only meant it to amuse.
His playful hands are lightly dropt and lifted
Like playful peach-blooms in some merry breeze,
And, oh, it is delight to watch the dimples
That deepen if he bends his chubby knees!
Then, too, his low, soft laughter, never silent,
His eyes more beautiful than evening-stars;—
Were only other babies half so docile,
What comfort for a million poor mammas!
Like playful peach-blooms in some merry breeze,
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That deepen if he bends his chubby knees!
Then, too, his low, soft laughter, never silent,
His eyes more beautiful than evening-stars;—
Were only other babies half so docile,
What comfort for a million poor mammas!
And when his bath is ended and I sing him,
Rocked in his cosy cradle to and fro,
All gently, like the waving of a poppy,
The sweetest of the lullabies I know,
How willingly his eyelids yield to slumber,
What peace on dewy lips and pearly brow!
I think there never was so dear a baby,
In all the realms of Babydom till now!
Rocked in his cosy cradle to and fro,
All gently, like the waving of a poppy,
The sweetest of the lullabies I know,
How willingly his eyelids yield to slumber,
What peace on dewy lips and pearly brow!
I think there never was so dear a baby,
In all the realms of Babydom till now!
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