The book of joyous children . IllTHE DOLLYS MOTHER [w. w.] A LITTLE MAID J of summers fourDid you compute her years,— And yet how infinitely moreTo me her age appears : I mark the sweet childs serious her unplayful play,— The tiny doll she mothers thereAnd lulls to sleep away,[151] SOME SONGS AFTER MASTER-SINGEES Grows—neath the grave similitude— An infant real, to me,And she a saint of motherhood In hale So, pausing in my lonely round, And all unseen of her,I stand uncovered—her profound And abject worshipper.[152]

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