Charles Tennyson Turner.
1808-1879
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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