Poetry. Baby's Sash.
Choos.)' a msA\ f<n IJIO baby, Oome, little Mabel, see "Winch you think the prettiest " Among such a pretty three; Ono is just like a rose-leaf, One liko the morning sky, This one cut from a sunset cloud — Now, Mabel, which— and why ? Mabel looked at the ribbons, Laid like a rainbow bright ; " Gold is the color of baby's hair All made of twisted light ; Blue will do for his bonny eyes, Pink for his cheeks, you see, Every color belongs to him, Baby must have all three." — Youth's Companion.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1809, 9 February 1884, Page 1 (Supplement)
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