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XXIX

To a Baby found paddling near the Lines

HAIL! O Baby of the May
In the bubbling river-bed,
Playing where the cannon play,
With the shrapnel overhead!
Sparkling in and flashing out
Through the eddies and the shallows,
With your feet among the trout,
And your head among the swallows;
While the wag-tails on the daisies
Lead you in the minuet,
Twinkling through the flow'ry mazes,
Baby, do you quite forget
That, with shrapnel overhead,
Other babes are put to bed?


Baby, may the buttercup,
When you tumble, pick you up;
If you fall beside the willow,

Lilies rise to be your pillow!

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