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1 SWEET bud of promise, fresh and fair,
2 Just moving in the morning air,
3 The morn of life but just begun,
4 The sands of time just set to run!
5 Sweet babe with cheek of pinky hue,
6 With eyes of soft ethereal blue,
7 With raven hair like finest down
8 Of unfledged bird and scantly shewn
9 Beneath the cap of cumbrous lace,
10 That circles round thy placid face!
11 Ah, baby! little dost thou know
12 How many yearning bosoms glow,
13 How many lips in blessings move,
14 How many eyes beam looks of love
15 At sight of thee!
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15 Some future day,
16 And grant it Heaven! thou wilt repay
17 The early love of loving friends
18 With oft-renewed and dear amends.
19 Affection true, as with a spell,
20 Hath many ways her tale to tell:
21 And thou, with lightsome laughing eye,
22 Thy artless love wilt testify
23 By proffered kisses oft repeated,
24 And words at will, when thou art seated
25 On the paternal knee, in glory,
26 Rehearsing there thy mimic story
27 By little errands, run so fleetly
28 For dear mamma; and when so featly
29 Thou dost for her the Dunsbourn heather,
30 The primrose and the daisy gather,
31 The daisy fresh with unbruised stem,
32 Like thee a "bright and bonny gem"
33 All this, and more than I can say
34 Will shew thy love some future day.
35 Sweet bud of hope, beloved, carest,
36 Upon thy head Heaven's blessing rest!
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1 UNCONSCIOUS babe! not even lines like these
2 Have power thy little slumbering sense to please,
3 Nor all the charms pourtrayed with so much grace,
4 Can force one smile from that soft "placid face."
5 But oh, how sweetly on the parents' ear
6 Fall tender tones of love from one so dear!
7 How seems the little form that pen has traced,
8 With future charms and virtues to be graced,
9 While brighter seem the hopes such love bestows,
10 And the fair prospect with fresh beauty glows.
11 Dear, dear Joanna, well employed art thou
12 In weaving chaplets for this baby's brow!
13 For this dear babe, who had so welcome been
14 To those who now on earth no more are seen!
15 For me, for me, in these declining days,
16 Nothing remains but humble prayer and praise:
17 Praise for the precious boon already given,
18 Prayers for its endless happiness in Heaven!


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Title (in Source Edition): TO SOPHIA J. BAILLIE, AN INFANT.
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Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851. Fugitive Verses. By Joanna Baillie, author of “Dramas on the Passions,“ etc. London: Edward Moxon, Dover Street. MDCCCXL., 1840, pp. 191-193.  (Page images digitized from a copy in the Bodleian Library [40.17].)

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