Charles Tennyson Turner.

1808-1879

700   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 colour’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 world-wide bliss;
But when we turn’d her sweet unlearnàd 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.

  By PanEris using Melati.

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