Infant Joy
'I have no name;
I am but two days old.'
What shall I call thee?
'I happy am,
Joy is my name.'
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem'I happy am, Joy is my name.' Sweet joy befall thee! - sweetest poem; joy, pretty joy; joyous the surrounding is for the every new comer to the beautiful world; let's make it harmless ever joyous for the every infant ~
Sweet Joy I call thee: Thou dost smile, I sing the while; Sweet joy befall thee! poem of innocence. t ony
Sweet joy! Sweet love! ! Enter into the world so sweet. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Infant joy, the purest form of joy, a great and cherished life song. A remarkable classic poem of the day.
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Infant Joy? The joy of life?