  You've crept in the dusk to my knee, little maid, And you've something you want to ask me, little maid. In your babyland eyes I'm so clever and wise, And you're certain as certain can be, little maid, If there's anyone knows what is right, little maid, It is I—you are sure of that quite, little maid; And I wish, pretty elf, I believed in myself As you do in me, dear, to-night, little maid. You have heard that the angels have wings, little maid. Was it wisdom to tell you such things, little maid? You're too sweet and too small Yet to understand all Or one half the surprises time brings, little maid. But you've heard and are anxious to know, little maid, If sleepy at bedtime they grow, little maid, If they take off their wings With their everyday things, When to by-bye in heaven they go, little maid. Your lips to my cheek then you lay, little maid, And you wonder I've nothing to say, little maid; But I couldn't reply Were I even to try For the space of a year and a day, little maid. You give me a shake of the head, little maid, And I feel there's no more to be said, little maid; But I know this is true, That our earthly ones do— And it's time one was tucked up in bed, little maid. |
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