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The Sweet Pea

Oh, what has been born in the night
To bask in this blithe summer morn?
She peers, in a dream of delight,
For something new-made or new-born.
Not spider-webs under the tree,
Not swifts in their cradle of mud,
But—“Look, father, Sweet Mrs. Pea
Has two little babies in bud!”