WHEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year, <br /> And her young artless words began to flow, <br />One day we gave the child a colour'd sphere <br /> Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know, <br />By tint and outline, all its sea and land. <br /> She patted all the world; old empires peep'd <br />Between her baby fingers; her soft hand <br /> Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap'd, <br /> And laugh'd and prattled in her world-wide bliss; <br />But when we turn'd her sweet unlearned eye <br />On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry-- <br />'Oh! yes, I see it, Letty's home is there!' <br /> And while she hid all England with a kiss, <br />Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.<br /><br />Charles Tennyson Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letty-s-globe/
