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Edgar Guest - The Ballad Of The New Arrival
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IT isn`t the blue in the skies, 
Nor the song of the whispering trees, 
The light in a fair maiden`s eyes, 
My joy is far greater than these; 
You will pardon my arrogance please, 
And forgive the wide bulge in my brow, 
My hand I`ll permit you to seize,
There`s another to welcome me now.

Naught to me are political cries,
Or Teddy`s or Taft`s policies; 
The charges of fraud or of lies,
Or Wilson`s big stock of degrees. 
Pinning blankets, long dresses, boot-ees 
This morning are all I allow 
In my thoughts, both at work and at ease, 
There`s another to welcome me now.

`With a smile on my face I arise,
And beg for permission to squeeze 
The wee little hand that I prize,
And I wonder if daddy he sees. 
The world with its mountains and seas
Is a mighty big place, but I vow, 
The whole world is here at my knees,
There`s another to welcome me now.

Prince, at your pleasures I sneeze,
You to riches and glory may bow,
But my joy is greater than these,
There`s another to welcome me now.
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