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The Happy Trio

That's Baby.

NE little row of ten little toes, O To go along with a brand-new nose, Eight new fingers and two new thumbs That are just as good as sugar plums- That's baby.

One little pair of round new eyes, Like a little owl's, so big and wise, One little place they call a mouth, Without one tooth, from North to South- That's baby.

Two little cheeks to kiss all day, Two little hands so in his way, A brand-new head, not very big, That seems to need a brand-new wig- That's baby.

Dear little row of ten little toes!

How much we love them nobody knows; Ten little kisses on mouth and chin, What a shame he wasn't a twin- That's baby.

Baby's Shoes.

THOSE little, those little blue shoes!

Those shoes that no little feet use.

O the price were high That those shoes would buy, Those little blue unused shoes!

For they hold the small shape of feet That no more their mother's eyes meet, That, by God's good will, Years since, grew still And ceased from their totter so sweet.

And O, since that baby slept, So hushed, how the mother has kept, With a tearful pleasure, That little dear treasure, And o'er them thought and wept!

For they mind her forevermore Of a patter along the floor; And blue eyes she sees Look up from her knees With the look that in life they wore.

As they lie before her there, Their babbles from chair to chair A little sweet face That's a gleam in the place, With its little gold curls of hair.

Then O wonder not that her heart From all else would rather part Than those tiny blue shoes That no little feet use, And whose sight makes such fond tears start!

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