Baby smiled, mother wailed,
Earthward while the sweetling sailed;
Mother smiled, baby wailed,
When to earth came Viola.
_And her elders shall say_:
So soon have we taught you a
Way to weep, poor Viola!
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Smile, sweet baby, smile,
For you will have weeping-while;
Native in your Heaven is smile,--
But your weeping, Viola?
Whence your smiles, we know, but ah!
Whence your weeping, Viola?--
Our first gift to you is a
Gift of tears, my Viola!