  Baby, with those solemn eyes And that yellow hair You are very, very wise, Baby dear, I'll swear! Give me, sweet, your chubby hand, Whisper in my ear, Since you seem to understand Much that is not clear. If you'll sit upon my knee, Baby, for awhile, All that's sad shall go from me, Vanquish'd by a smile. Very humbly will I learn That which you can teach, Life's great problems, each in turn Solved in lisping speech. You're so near to God, I feel Poor and incomplete, Just as though I ought to kneel, Dear, and kiss your feet. |
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