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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
WHEN DADDY ROCKS THE KID
Little daughter, fair and sweet
With dainty baby charms;
Making every joy complete
As from mamma's arms
Very tenderly she's laid;—
(Mamma's smiles are hid—
Sees the queer maneuvers made
When daddy rocks the kid!)
With dainty baby charms;
Making every joy complete
As from mamma's arms
Very tenderly she's laid;—
(Mamma's smiles are hid—
Sees the queer maneuvers made
When daddy rocks the kid!)
Darling, winsome as can be—
Blossom sweet and rare;
Hears the tuneful melody
From the rocking chair.
Never heard such songs before,—
(And guess he never did)
Language new—and tunes galore.
When daddy rocks the kid!
Blossom sweet and rare;
Hears the tuneful melody
From the rocking chair.
Never heard such songs before,—
(And guess he never did)
Language new—and tunes galore.
When daddy rocks the kid!
Though forty times, ere day is done,
From work he homeward comes;
To hold his precious little one
And see it suck its thumbs—
From work he homeward comes;
To hold his precious little one
And see it suck its thumbs—
