No baby in the house, I know, ’T is far too nice and clean. No toys, by careless fingers strewn, Upon the floors are seen. No finger-marks are on the panes, No scratches on the chairs; No wooden men set up in rows, Or marshalled off in pairs; No little stockings to be darned, All ragged at the toes; No pile of mending to be done, Made up of baby-clothes; No little troubles to be soothed; No little hands to fold; No grimy fingers to be washed; No stories to be told; No tender kisses to be given; No nicknames, “Dove” and “Mouse;” No merry frolics after tea,— No baby in the house!
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Poems of Home: II. For Children