_When you and I were little tiny boys We took a most impertinent delight In foolish, painted and misshapen toys That hidden mothers brought to us at night._ _Do you that have the child’s diviner part-- The dear content a love familiar brings-- Take these imperfect toys, till in your heart They too attain the form of perfect things?_…
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