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Ambition
Kenton and Deborah, Michael and Rose,
These are fine
children as all the world knows,
But into my arms in my dreams every
night
Come Peter and Christopher, Faith and Delight.
Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure white,
Deborah shines like a star in the
night;
Michael's round eyes are as blue as the sea,
And nothing on earth
could be dearer to me.
But where is the baby with Faith can compare?
What is the colour of
Peterkin's hair?
Who can make Christopher clear to my sight,
Or show me
the eyes of my daughter Delight?
When people inquire I always just state:
"I have four nice children and
hope to have eight.
Though the first four are pretty and certain to
please,
Who knows but the rest may be nicer than these?"
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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