C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Letty’s Globe

WHEN Letty had scarce passed her third glad year,

And her young, artless words began to flow,

One day we gave the child a colored sphere

Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,

By tint and outline, all its sea and land.

She patted all the world; old empires peeped

Between her baby fingers; her soft hand

Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leaped,

And laughed, and prattled in her world-wide bliss!

But when we turned her sweet unlearnèd eye

On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry:

“Oh yes! I see it; Letty’s home is there!”

And while she hid all England with a kiss,

Bright over Europe fell her golden hair!