Baby's WorldI wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's veryown world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoopsdown to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they nevercould move, come creeping to his window with their stories and withtrays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind,and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdomsof kings of no history; Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truthsets Fact free from its fetters.
Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
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