FOR A BIRTHDAY

At two years old the world he sees

Must seem expressly made to please!

Such new-found words and games to try,

Such sudden mirth, he knows not why,

So many curiosities!

As life about him, by degrees

Discloses all its pageantries

He watches with approval shy

At two years old.

With wonders tired he takes his ease

At dusk, upon his mother's knees:

A little laugh, a little cry,

Put toys to bed, then “seepy-bye” —

The world is made of such as these

At two years old.