Every life a delight . MARGARET MY CHILDS CHILD When my own first child was born, I was called papa. When my childs first child was born, I was styled grandpa. This was not because I was at all grand, nor because Ifelt much like a pa. Yet my daughters child was to me really grand, with grand,lustrous eyes, grand little chubby hands, a grand smile, andgrand baby ways. She was a grand magnet, too. Since her first year she has commanded my love to such anextent that it is difficult to stay away from her. She really seems very much like my own child, or as mychildren did at her age. It is marvelou
Every life a delight . MARGARET MY CHILDS CHILD When my own first child was born, I was called papa. When my childs first child was born, I was styled grandpa. This was not because I was at all grand, nor because Ifelt much like a pa. Yet my daughters child was to me really grand, with grand,lustrous eyes, grand little chubby hands, a grand smile, andgrand baby ways. She was a grand magnet, too. Since her first year she has commanded my love to such anextent that it is difficult to stay away from her. She really seems very much like my own child, or as mychildren did at her age. It is marvelous how blood tells, how kinship counts, howparental affection is handed down. To me little Margaret isvery different from any other child of her age in the world. Sheis sweeter, more interesting, and I love her more. Therefore, while I do not fancy the name of grandpa, Iam more than willing to call Little Margaret a grand child. 330. EVER SHALL I HOLD HIM DEAR DAYS OF YORE Back, my heart, to days of yore,Scenes of younger life live oer;Go where fruit lands meet the waves,Where the sea-nymph, sporting, laves. Listen to that tender cry!T is my first-born waking above the roaring seaThat sweet echo comes to me. Child of hope at parents knee;Willing helper hes to be;Help or hinder, he has swayThrough his happy infant Every Life A Delight Babe to boyhood speedy grown;Boy to manhood; years have flown;Babe or man, while I am here,Ever shall I hold him dear. Back, my heart, to days of yore!Wake the echoes on that shore;Match with praise the roaring seaWhere my first-born came to me.
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