Melodies
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Harriet Monroe
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The patter of a baby's feet
Upon the floor,
His babble at the door—
Ah, these are sounds too sweet, too sweet!
Blue sky, save me from tears!
Soft summer wind, stop up mine ears!
The patter of a baby's feet,
His chatter—oh, too tender sweet !
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