NO BABY IN THE HOUSE - Clara G. Dolliver Poems


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No baby in the house I know --
    'Tis far too nice and clean;
No toys by careless fingers strewn
    Upon the floors are seen.
No finger-marks are on the panes,
    No scratches on the chairs,
No wooden men set up in rows,
    Or marshaled off in pairs;
No little stockings to be darned,
    All ragged at the toes,
No pile of mending to be done,
    Made up of baby-clothes;
No little troubles to be soothed,
    No little hands to fold;
No grimy fingers to be washed,
    No stories to be told;
No tender kisses to be given,
    No nick-names -- "Clove" and "Mouse";
No merry frolics after tea --
    No baby in the house.