My Namesake.
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My baby-bird, my namesake,
Months many have flown by,
Since last I looked the depths within
Of thy clear earnest eye,
And saw the dawning intellect
On infant brow enrolled;
My precious little namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
Months many have flown by,
Since last I looked the depths within
Of thy clear earnest eye,
And saw the dawning intellect
On infant brow enrolled;
My precious little namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
My winsome fairy namesake,
Endowed with rarest grace,
Methought I saw an angel's charms
While gazing in thy face;
Or watching with admiring eye
Thy form of beauty's mould;
My lovely little namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
Endowed with rarest grace,
Methought I saw an angel's charms
While gazing in thy face;
Or watching with admiring eye
Thy form of beauty's mould;
My lovely little namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
Thy silvery voice, my namesake,
Dearer than music's tone,
Comes sweetly as a dream to those
Who claim thee for their own—
Who love thee with enduring love,
With hearts that ne'er grow cold,
My happy, petted namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
Dearer than music's tone,
Comes sweetly as a dream to those
Who claim thee for their own—
Who love thee with enduring love,
With hearts that ne'er grow cold,
My happy, petted namesake
Of scarcely two years old.
