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An infant is a selfish sprite: / But what of that? the sweet delight / Which from participation springs, / Is quite unknown to these young things.
We elder children then will smile / At our dear little John awhile, / And bear with him, until he see / There is a sweet felicity / In pleasing more than only one, / Dear little, craving, selfish John.