TWO YEARS OLD.

Lyttelton Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 523, 7 November 1857, Page 3

TWO YEARS OLD.

Playing on the carpet near me Is a little cherub girl, And her presence, much, I fear me. Sets my senses in a whirl; For a book is open lying. Full of grave philosophising, And I own I'm vainly trying There my thoughts to hold; But in spite of my essaying. They will evermore be straying To that cherub near me playing, Only two years old. With her hair so long and flaxen, And her sunny eyes of blue, And her cheek so: plump and waxen, She is charming to the view; Then her voice, to all who hear it, . Breathes a sweet entrancing 'spirit* Oh, to be: for ever near it Is a joy untold; For 'tis. ever sweetly telling To my heart, with rapture -swelling, Of affection inly dwellingOnly two years old. With a' new delight I'm hearing All her sweet attempts at words, In their memory endearing Sweeter far than any bird's; And the musical mistaking Which her baby-lips are making, For my heart a charm is waking, Firmer in its hold Than the charm, so rich and glowing, From the Roman's lip o'erflbwing; Then she gives a look ao knowing-— Only frvro yeara old,

Now- her ripe and honied kisses „. .( Honied, ripe, for me alone), ■inrill my soul with varied blisses W1 e? us never vet liath known. Aiii 1 twining arms are round me, •AH domestic joy hath crowned me, And a fervent spell hath bound me, Never to grow old; Un! there is not, this side Eden, Aught with loveliness so laden As my little cherub maidenOnly two years old.