Charles Tennyson Turner
¶[1808-1879]
575 Let Ty's Globe
¶WHEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,And her young artless words began to flow,One day we gave the child a colour'd sphereOf the wide earth, that she might mark and know,By tint and outline, all its sea and land.She patted all the world; old empires peep'dBetween her baby fingers; her soft handWas welcome at all frontiers. How she leap'd,And laugh'd and prattled in her world-wide bliss;But when we turn'd her sweet unlearned eyeOn our own isle, she raised a joyous cry—'Oh! yes, I see it, Letty's home is there!'And while she hid all England with a kiss,Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.