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EXTRACT FROM A BABY'S LETTER TO HER COUSIN.
And Julia, dear, when left alone,
And half awake within your crib,
Do you not sometimes hear a tone,
(I hope you never tell a fib,)
A silvery tone, close, close above you,
As if some warbling cherub-child
Had stolen from Heaven to see and love you?
And have you not in rapture smiled,
And talked in whispers sweet and low
About your play, your griefs, and joys,
And begged the baby not to go,
And promised it your prettiest toys?
I have,—I often do;—Mama
Thinks all young children thus are blest,
That infant angels come from far,
To watch and share their sinless rest.
And half awake within your crib,
Do you not sometimes hear a tone,
(I hope you never tell a fib,)
A silvery tone, close, close above you,
As if some warbling cherub-child
Had stolen from Heaven to see and love you?
And have you not in rapture smiled,
And talked in whispers sweet and low
About your play, your griefs, and joys,
And begged the baby not to go,
And promised it your prettiest toys?
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Thinks all young children thus are blest,
That infant angels come from far,
To watch and share their sinless rest.
And, Julia, when again I hear
My spirit-playmate's accent clear,
And see again the wavy gleam
Of golden winglets, in my dream,
I'll tell the angel-child of you,
And pressing on its lip of dew
A loving kiss, I'll bid it fly
To where you in your beauty lie,
And bring me in another trip
A message from your own sweet lip!
My spirit-playmate's accent clear,
And see again the wavy gleam
Of golden winglets, in my dream,
I'll tell the angel-child of you,
And pressing on its lip of dew
A loving kiss, I'll bid it fly
To where you in your beauty lie,
And bring me in another trip
A message from your own sweet lip!
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