A NEW TOY.
Sunshine dances on the floor;
Baby reaches after;
Golden toy, ne’er touched before,
Wakens smiles and laughter.
Mighty orb, so wondrous bright,
Human gaze defying,
The round earth with warmth and light
Lavishly supplying;
Making green the forest wide,
Blue the ocean’s billow,
And the rosy eventide
Meet to be thy pillow;
Clothing vale and slope and plain
With rare blossom-treasure,
Purpling grape and rip’ning grain
For the people’s pleasure;
Driving chill and gloom away,
Wheresoe’er they may be;—
Lo, thou bringest, god of day,
Playthings for a baby.