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[Thou, Baby Innocence!—unseen of me]
Thou, Baby Innocence!—unseen of me,
New bursting leaflet of the eternal tree,
That thou art sweet, is all I know of thee.
New bursting leaflet of the eternal tree,
That thou art sweet, is all I know of thee.
I know thou must be innocent and fair,
And dimpled soft as other babies are;
But then—what impress doth thy image bear?
And dimpled soft as other babies are;
But then—what impress doth thy image bear?
Which most prevails, the mother or the sire?
Are thine eyes like thy father's—made of fire,
Keen to discern, and dauntless to inquire?
Are thine eyes like thy father's—made of fire,
Keen to discern, and dauntless to inquire?
Or, like thy mother's, meek as summer eve,
Gracious in answer, open to receive,
Types of a soul most potent to believe?
Gracious in answer, open to receive,
Types of a soul most potent to believe?
Is thy chin cleft as sunny side of peach?
And have thy lips their own peculiar speech,
And murmurs that can chide, caress, beseech?
And have thy lips their own peculiar speech,
And murmurs that can chide, caress, beseech?
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Thy little hands are busy,—that I know;
Thy tiny feet are fidging to and fro;
But what 's the inner mood that stirs them so?
Thy tiny feet are fidging to and fro;
But what 's the inner mood that stirs them so?
Not knowing what thou art, I deem it meet
To think thee whatsoe'er I think most sweet,—
A bud of promise—yet a babe complete.
To think thee whatsoe'er I think most sweet,—
A bud of promise—yet a babe complete.
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