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1808-1879
WHEN Letty had scarce passd her third glad year,
And her young artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a colourd sphere
Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,
By tint and outline, all its sea and land.
She patted all the world; old empires peepd
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leapd,
And laughd and prattled in her world-wide bliss;
But when we turnd her sweet unlearnàd eye
On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry
Oh! yes, I see it, Lettys home is there!
And while she hid all England with a kiss,
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.
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