And when, for everything that I can do,

They Won't Agree,—

Why can't they think they're always in the wrong?

—Like You!

III

Why you,—O Precious Thing,

You are swift (almost) as any Sparrow.—

Over the tall grass how you arch and spring,

Yes, like a bow and arrow!—[Pg 52]

[Pg 52]

Oh, and how good to see you, when it snows,

Plough a long, lovely pathway with your nose!

(No one grown-up could do it, I suppose.)

IV

My dearest Blessing and my Very Own,

Even when I am grown,

Never do you forsake me!

If you don't go to heaven when you die,

—Neither will I:

Nothing can ever make me!

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