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<h2>Her Boy</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> THERE’S a looking-glass, a hammer, Some toys all broken up, There’s pebbles, and glass, and sawdust, And papa’s shaving cup; A little cart with the wheels off, A horse that’s lost an eye, A kitten tied to a chair-leg That’s looking scared and shy. </div> <div class="stanza"> “Ah me!” the busy mother sighs, I’m tired off my feet, I really wish he were grown up So I could keep things neat! He catches her reproving eye And is inclined for play, So dons his bonnet wrong, and cries “Bye, baby’s goin’ away!” </div> <div class="stanza"> The mother holds her darling close— A culprit, cute and small— For wild disorder reigning there She does not care at all. But, spendthrift with a mother’s love, Puts kisses on his lips, And on the cheeks so warm and red, On neck, and finger-tips.{48} </div> <div class="stanza"> Perhaps she thinks of coming years, When in no childish play Her boy shall bid her a good-bye, Her baby go away, To walk without her tender care To shelter every move, To stand without his hand in hers— Away from home and love. </div> <div class="stanza"> “I loves you bestest in the world!” He lisps with pretty wiles, “Thank God he’s but a baby yet!” The mother says, and smiles. </div> </div></div> <ANTIMG src="images/decoud.png" width-obs="25" alt="[Decorative image unavailable.]" /> {49} <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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