Baby, with those solemn eyes
And that yellow hair
You are very, very wise,
Baby dear, I'll swear !

Give me, sweet, your chubby hand,
Whisper in my ear,
Since you seem to understand
Much that is not clear.

If you'll sit upon my knee,
Baby, for awhile,
All that 's sad shall go from me,
Vanquish'd by a smile.

Very humbly will I learn
That which you can teach,
Life's great problems, each in turn
Solved in lisping speech.

You're so near to God, I feel
Poor and incomplete,
Just as though I ought to kneel,
Dear, and kiss your feet.

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