Infant Joy
I have no name
I am but two days old.
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What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name.
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Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee;
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while
Sweet joy befall thee.
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William Blake
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