Littell's Living Age/Volume 138/Issue 1785/Letty's Globe


When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,
And her young, artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a color'd sphere
Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know
By tint and outline all its sea and land.
She patted all the world; old empires peep'd
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
Was welcome at all frontiers; how she leap'd
And laugh'd and prattled in her pride of bliss!
But when we turned her sweet, unlearned eye
On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry,
"Oh yes! I see it, — Letty's home is there!"
And while she hid all England with a kiss,
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.

Latter-Day Lyrics.