HIS HIGHNESS. HEIR-APPARENT OF TOMORROW.

HIS HIGHNESS. HEIR-APPARENT OF TOMORROW.
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I
His Highness, heir-apparent morrow, of to-
Has joined our happy circle; naked he came;
And of his need he was constrained to borrow
Ralment and food and shelter and a name.

A tiny prince, wing-borne o’er plain and billow,
His eyes agleam with a seraphic fire.
I found him couched one morn upon a pillow
Beside the Lady Fair of his desire.

II
When morning’s glow his eastern win- dow flashes,
Waking he views the scene with cu- rious gaze;
Sometimes it seems that recognition rushes
Into his eyes then yields to awed amaze.

He seuns his little world of walls and ceiling
In sobe silence neither of blame nor praise,
His thought his glance of innocence revealing.
Thrilled with the mystery of our mortal days.

III
Sometimes I think his little brain is thronging
With homesick visions of a fairer land;
Soft little cries that touch my heart with longing
Quicken the impulse of Her sooth- Ing hand.

And then he sighs and sleeps and I who follow
With yearning eyes the drama of thel days,
Note how he rests within her soft arm’s hollow,
Pillowed in peace beneath the lamp’s mild rays.
-Frank Putnam.