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Where did you come from, baby dear?
Where did you get you eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and
Some of the starry spikes left in.
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.
Whence that three-corner'd smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.
How did they all come just to be you?
THE LITTLE PLANT.
In the heart of a seed, buried deep, so deep, A dear little plant lay fast asleep.
"Wake," said the sunshine, "and creep to the light."
"Wake," said the voice of the rain-dropsbright.
The little plant heard and 1ose to see
What the wonderful outside world might be.