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TO BABY BATES

You come from o'er the waters, From famed Columbia's land, And you have sons and daughters, And money at command.

But I live in an island, Great Britain is its name, With money none to buy land, The more it is the shame.

But we are all the children Of one great God of Love, Whose mercy like a mill-drain Runs over from above.

Lullaby, lullaby, Sugar-plums and cates, Close your little peeping eye, Bonny Baby B----s.

First collected 1893. 'Baby Bates' was the daughter of Joshua Bates, one of the donors of the Boston Library. Her father and mother passed a year (1828-1829) at Highgate, 'close to the house of Dr. and Mrs. Gillman.' See a letter to Mrs. Bates from S. T. C. dated Jan. 23, 1829. N. and Q. 4th Series, i. 469.