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Poem by Charles Tennyson Turner
WHEN Letty had scarce passed her third glad year, And her young, artless words began to flow, One day we gave the child a colored 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 peeped Between her baby fingers; her soft hand Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leaped, And laughed, and prattled in her world-wide bliss! But when we turned her sweet unlearnèd 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!
Charles Tennyson Turner
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