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Melodies

Harriet Monroe

The patter of a baby's feet
Upon the floor,
His babble at the door-
Ah, these are sounds too sweet, too sweet!
Blue sky, save me from tears!
Soft summer wind, stop up mine ears!
The patter of a baby's feet,
His chatter-oh, too tender sweet !

(C) Harriet Monroe
01/01/2000


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