Thursday, July 21, 2022

Babies

Babies
by Leroy F. Jackson


Come to the land where the babies grow,
Like flowers in the green, green grass,
Tiny babes that swing and crow
Whenever the warm winds pass
And laugh at their own bright eyes aglow
In a fairy looking-glass.

Come to the sea where babies sail
In ships of shining pearl,
Borne to the west by a golden gale
Of sun-beams all awhirl;
And perhaps a baby brother will sail
To you my little girl

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