A NEW TOY.

A NEW TOY.

Sunshine dances on the floor;Baby reaches after;Golden toy, ne’er touched before,Wakens smiles and laughter.Mighty orb, so wondrous bright,Human gaze defying,The round earth with warmth and lightLavishly supplying;Making green the forest wide,Blue the ocean’s billow,And the rosy eventideMeet to be thy pillow;Clothing vale and slope and plainWith rare blossom-treasure,Purpling grape and rip’ning grainFor the people’s pleasure;Driving chill and gloom away,Wheresoe’er they may be;—Lo, thou bringest, god of day,Playthings for a baby.

Sunshine dances on the floor;Baby reaches after;Golden toy, ne’er touched before,Wakens smiles and laughter.Mighty orb, so wondrous bright,Human gaze defying,The round earth with warmth and lightLavishly supplying;Making green the forest wide,Blue the ocean’s billow,And the rosy eventideMeet to be thy pillow;Clothing vale and slope and plainWith rare blossom-treasure,Purpling grape and rip’ning grainFor the people’s pleasure;Driving chill and gloom away,Wheresoe’er they may be;—Lo, thou bringest, god of day,Playthings for a baby.

Sunshine dances on the floor;Baby reaches after;Golden toy, ne’er touched before,Wakens smiles and laughter.

Sunshine dances on the floor;

Baby reaches after;

Golden toy, ne’er touched before,

Wakens smiles and laughter.

Mighty orb, so wondrous bright,Human gaze defying,The round earth with warmth and lightLavishly supplying;

Mighty orb, so wondrous bright,

Human gaze defying,

The round earth with warmth and light

Lavishly supplying;

Making green the forest wide,Blue the ocean’s billow,And the rosy eventideMeet to be thy pillow;

Making green the forest wide,

Blue the ocean’s billow,

And the rosy eventide

Meet to be thy pillow;

Clothing vale and slope and plainWith rare blossom-treasure,Purpling grape and rip’ning grainFor the people’s pleasure;

Clothing vale and slope and plain

With rare blossom-treasure,

Purpling grape and rip’ning grain

For the people’s pleasure;

Driving chill and gloom away,Wheresoe’er they may be;—Lo, thou bringest, god of day,Playthings for a baby.

Driving chill and gloom away,

Wheresoe’er they may be;—

Lo, thou bringest, god of day,

Playthings for a baby.


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