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I list your prattle, baby boy, / And hear your pattering feet / With feelings more of pain than joy / And thoughts of bitter-sweet.
While touching your soft hands in play / Such passionate longings rise / For my wee boy who strayed away / So soon to Paradise.
You win me with your infant art; / But when our play is o'er, / The empty cradle in my heart / Seems lonelier than before.
Sweet baby boy, you do not guess / How oft mine eyes are dim, / Or that my lingering caress / Is sometimes meant for _him_.