Author David Mallet ON A LADY WHO HAD PASSED SOME TIME IN PLAYING WITH A VERY YOUNG CHILD .‘W HY on this least of little MissesDid Celia waste so many kisses?’Quoth Love, who stood behind, and smil'd,‘She kiss'd the father in the child.’ Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments