Poem by Christopher Morley

Six Weeks Old

He is so small, he does not know
The summer sun, the winter snow;
The spring that ebbs and comes again,
All this is far beyond his ken.

A little world he feels and sees:
His mother's arms, his mother's knees;
He hides his face against her breast,
And does not care to learn the rest. 

1. Reading Aloud
2. The Young Mother
3. The Wakeful Husband
4. Light Verse
5. Bayberry Candles

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