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The baby new to earth and sky, / What time his tender palm is prest / Against the circle of the breast, / Has never thought that ‘this is I:'
But as he grows he gathers much, / And learns the use of ‘I,' and ‘me,' / And finds ‘I am not what I see, / And other than the things I touch:'