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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Baby`s First Journey
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Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him—
Soft as a pillow are somebody`s arms.
Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly
Over the rim of the cradle they lay him—
Baby`s first journey is free from alarms.


Baby is growing while Mama sings by-lo,
Sturdy and rosy and laughing and fair,
Crowing and growing past every one`s knowing,
Out goes the cradle and in comes the "high-lo,"
Baby`s next journey is into this chair.


Crying or cooing or waking or sleeping,
Baby is ever a thing to adore.
Look at him yonder—oh what a wonder,
Who would believe it, the darling is creeping,
Baby`s next journey is over the floor.


Sweeter and cuter and brighter and stronger,
Mama can see every day how he`s grown.
Shoes are all battered, stockings all tattered,
Oh! but the baby is baby no longer
Look at the fellow—he`s walking alone!
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