Poems of childhood . nd his vandal frame asunder ![118] BEARD AND BABY But when her baby fingers pull This glossy, sleek, and silky treasure, My cup of happiness is full — I fairly glow with pride and pleasure! And, sweeter still, through all the dayI seem to hear her winsome prattle — I seem to feel her hands at play, As though they gave me sportive battle. Yes, heavenly music seems to stealWhere thought of her forever lingers, And round my heart I always feelThe twining of her dimpled fingers! [ Il» I THE DINKEY-BIRD IN an ocean, way out yonder(As all sapient people know),Is the land of Wond
Poems of childhood . nd his vandal frame asunder ![118] BEARD AND BABY But when her baby fingers pull This glossy, sleek, and silky treasure, My cup of happiness is full — I fairly glow with pride and pleasure! And, sweeter still, through all the dayI seem to hear her winsome prattle — I seem to feel her hands at play, As though they gave me sportive battle. Yes, heavenly music seems to stealWhere thought of her forever lingers, And round my heart I always feelThe twining of her dimpled fingers! [ Il» I THE DINKEY-BIRD IN an ocean, way out yonder(As all sapient people know),Is the land of Wonder-Wander,Whither children love to go;Its their playing, romping, swinging, That give great joy to meWhile the Dinkey-Bird goes singingIn the amfalula tree! There the gum-drops grow like cherries, And taffys thick as peas —Caramels you pick like berries When, and where, and how you please;Big red sugar-plums are clinging To the cliffs beside that seaWhere the Dinkey-Bird is singing In the amfalula tree.[ 120 ]. • ?
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