But I thought, till I saw the new-comer,
When I looked in the glass, I was small;
And I rise in the morning quite early,
To be sure that the baby is here,
For his hair is so soft and curly,
And his hands so tiny and dear!
I stop in the midst of my pleasure—
I’m so happy I cannot play—
And keep peeping in at my treasure,
To see how much he gains in a day.