_When you and I were little tiny boys_ _We took a most impertinent delight_ _In foolish, painted and misshapen toys_ _Which 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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