Put the old doll by, asleep let her lie,
And open your arms to welcome the new.
Little one, little one, play your sweet part,
Mother-love lavishes treasure untold.
Whisper fond words, and close to your heart,
Your warm little heart, the new idol enfold.
(’Tis so with us all,—to worship we fall
Before the new shrine, forgetting the old!)
Little one, little one, wherefore that sigh?