  WHAT things the babies say are listened to As if the little heads were brimming o’er With pretty fancies, such as ne’er before Took form in human mind—as if they knew The glories of the world, or false or true. And with their careless-clutching fingers tore From Miss Pandora’s box the bitter store (If pleased) and handed out the sweets to you. O baby lips, whose lispings we repeat, O baby tongue, so eager in attaining The power through which your wishes may be heard; May you remain forever pure and sweet, And ne’er in anger move, but uncomplaining, And ever by the noblest promptings stirred. |
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