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CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER

1808-1879

700                                            Lettys Globe

WHEN Letty had scarce passd her third glad year,
   And her young artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a colourd 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 peepd
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
   Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leapd,
   And laughd and prattled in her world-wide bliss;
But when we turnd her sweet unlearnàd eye
On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry
Oh! yes, I see it, Lettys home is there!
   And while she hid all England with a kiss,
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.

 

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