TO MY NAME-CHILD

While you thought of nothing, and were still too
young to play,
Foreign people thought of you in places far away.

Ay, and while you slept, a baby, over all the
English lands
Other little children took the volume in their

hands ;

Other children questioned, in their homes across
the seas :

Who was little Louis, won’t you tell us, mother,
please?

 

Now that you have spelt your lesson, lay it down
and go and play,
Seeking shells and seaweed on the sands of
Monterey,
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