Infant Joy By Robert Blake

I have no name
I am but two days old.—
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name, —
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old,
00000Sweet joy I call thee;
Thou dost smile.
I sing the while
Sweet joy befall thee.

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