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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Wife and Baby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the lone place of the leaves,<br>Where they touch the hanging eaves, <br>There sprang a spray of joyous song that sounded sweet and sturdy; <br> And the baby in the bed<br> Raised the shining of his head, <br>And pulled the mother's lids apart to wake and watch the birdie. <br> She kissed lip-dimples sweet, <br> The red soles of his feet, <br>The waving palms that patted hers as wind-blown blossoms wander; <br> He twined her tresses silk<br> Round his neck as white as milk <br>'Now, baby, say what birdie sings upon his green spray yonder.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'He sings a plenty things <br> Just watch him wash his wings!<br>He says Papa will march to-day with drums home through the city. <br> Here, birdie, here's my cup. <br> You drink the milk all up; <br>I'll kiss you, birdie, now you're washed like baby clean and pretty.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She rose, she sought the skies<br> With the twin joys of her eyes; <br>She sent the strong dove of her soul up through the dawning's glory; <br> She kissed upon her hand<br> The glowing golden band<br>That bound the fine scroll of her life and clasped her simple story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a><div class=q>
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There sprang a spray of joyous song that sounded sweet and sturdy; 
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