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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Baby-Land - -Author: Mrs. Almira L. Corey Frink - Wild-Bird - -Editor: Olive Bacon Frink - -Release Date: November 20, 2015 [EBook #50509] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BABY-LAND *** - - - - -Produced by Emmy, MWS and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - -BABY-LAND - - BY - _Wild-Bird_ - Mrs. Almira L. Corey Frink - -[Illustration] - - Edited by - Olive Bacon Frink - Denver, Colorado - - _Copyright, 1911, by Olive Bacon Frink_ - - - -Contents - - Transcriber's Note: This Table of Contents was created - by the transcriber to assist the reader. - - - Dedication 2 - “There’s a Baby Born” 5 - “Did You Know?” 6 - Lullaby of the Moon 8 - Baby’s Bed 10 - Babies 12 - Lullaby of the Arctic 13 - Baby Noah 14 - Lullaby of the Ocean 16 - Keep Warm the Baby’s Feet 17 - Lullaby of the Forest 18 - Our Kitty 19 - Mother’s Lullaby 20 - Wintergreen Berries 21 - The Cradle Song of the Rockies 22 - The Cradle Song of the Nile 23 - Snow-birds 25 - The Miner’s Cradle Song 26 - Eve’s Care 27 - The Oriole’s Song 28 - Lullaby of the Oriole 30 - The Mother to Her Sleeping Babe 31 - The Baptism 36 - Ode to the Moon 37 - The Moon and Her Star 39 - Pansies 40 - My Baby 41 - Baby’s Cup 42 - Be a Baby While You Can 43 - Mother Eve 45 - Lullaby of the Thrush 46 - Baby’s Chilly Ride 47 - Baby’s Medicine 49 - Baby’s Bath 51 - The Farmer’s Cradle Song 52 - The Little Fawn 53 - Our Baby 55 - Lilies 57 - The Diver’s Cradle Song 58 - The Rising Generation 59 - Why the Babies Went Home 62 - Blessings of God 63 - Kindness to All 65 - Chorus of the Flowers 66 - The Cornstalk Chair 67 - Little Old Baby Clothes 69 - Lullaby of the Roses 71 - Lullaby of the Sun 73 - Earth’s Requiem for the Little Ones 74 - Darling Baby 75 - The Ancient of Days 76 - Little Shoes 78 - There’s an Angel Here 79 - “Waking Up the Stars” 80 - Lullaby of the Stars 81 - Roses 83 - Mother Earth’s Lullaby 84 - Lullaby of the Rain-drops 86 - Kissing the Sunbeam 88 - Jewel of the Cradle 90 - Baby Sweet 91 - Angel of the Cradle 92 - Let Angels Name It 94 - The Two Cradles 96 - My Darling Unborn 98 - Our First-Born 100 - The Mother’s Thoughts on the Death of Her - First-Born 101 - Angel-Twin 103 - Our Children 104 - - - - -DEDICATION - - - Father of Lights, to Thee I give - These scattered notes; and as they glide - O’er hilltops bright and valleys wide; - O’er hamlet, old with penury, - Or palace filled with luxury; - O’er city and o’er wilderness; - O’er hearts in gladness or distress, - O, give them, Lord, Thy smile indeed, - And make them like the winged seed, - That spreads on high its silken plumes, - Comes softly down, takes root and blooms, - Forever in the heart to live. - WILD-BIRD. - - - - -“THERE’S A BABY BORN” - - - Hark! the shining stars are singing, - And the azure skies are ringing: - Angels joyful news are bringing, - “There’s a baby born.” - - Child of Deity, unfolding - In a form of heavenly molding; - Endless life in frailest holding, - Sweet as rosy morn! - - - - -“DID YOU KNOW?” - - - The soft winds played in the summer grove, - That the sunlight made aglow, - When a small face peered through the garden gate - ’Mong the roses pure as snow: - And in sweet, shy tones came the wondrous words, - “We’ve a baby; did you know?” - - The passer-by caught the accents soft, - And the words seemed to linger there, - Like the fragrant breath of the sweet June rose - On the summer’s balmy air. - And the stranger smiled ’neath his load of cares, - And the sunlight seemed to glow - With a brighter beam, as the echoes came, - “We’ve a baby; did you know?” - - And all the way from the cottage bright - Where our mother Eve once sung, - The same sweet words have been spoken oft; - And the echoes clear have rung - Through the summer glades and upon the hills - That were wrapped in robes of snow, - The sweet child voices oft have said, - “We’ve a baby; did you know?” - - We all forget what our griefs have been, - And the toils and tears and strife, - As the wee bright angels come to earth, - Just born to an endless life; - And the words will fall like a holy thrill, - As adown life’s path we go, - And listen yet to the echoes sweet, - “We’ve a baby; did you know?” - - - - -LULLABY OF THE MOON - - - Softly sway the little cradle; - Softly in the quiet night - Let my pure beams touch the darling, - As I kissed Eve’s babies bright. - As I played among the tresses - Of her lovely Abel’s head, - As I poured my floods of silver - ’Round her happy ones long fled. - - When the grand old Ark was building, - Noah’s babies then I kissed, - And they laughed and cooed their welcome, - When full-orbed I cheered the east. - Through the long and fearful Deluge - I was hidden from the Ark, - But when cleared away the tempest - And the sky was chill and dark, - - Then I rose, my lamp full-burning, - Pouring silver on the flood, - Till the mighty, shoreless ocean, - Sparkling, shouted praise to God. - How I watched the Ark while billows - Were returning to their place, - And glad hearts from Noah’s window - So rejoiced to see my face. - - Sway the little cradle softly; - Let me touch the darling’s cheek. - Every darling, through the ages, - In their thoughts to me will speak. - Baby lips for me are smiling; - Baby fingers point to me, - When my silver sails spread widest - On the great, blue, silent sea. - - - - -BABY’S BED - - - Baby’s little bed should be - White as drifting snow; - Pure and sweet as Heaven’s air, - Where the soft clouds glow. - Baby’s tiny coverlet - Should be lambs’ wool white, - Dainty as the pelican, - Fluffy, warm and light. - Baby’s pillow should be made - Light as eider down, - With a cover clean and soft - As its little gown. - Pin a rose upon the wall, - Something great or small, - Place where baby’s eyes can see - In its quiet revery. - Baby understands the flowers; - They will cheer its waking hours. - Place the feathered songster near; - Let him trill for baby’s ear. - - Baby understands sweet song, - With no words of right or wrong. - Guileless babies. Jesus told - How, within the Heavenly Fold, - All the little ones, in grace - See our Father’s blessed face. - There what holy song they learn, - Ne’er to evil ways to turn. - Half the soul-buds of the world - Go to Heaven to be unfurled; - In that Home where ne’er was heard - Thought of sin or evil word. - Baby’s bed is ready now. - See the gladness light its brow. - Softly tuck the velvet feet; - Kiss the dimpled fingers sweet; - Gently sing a lullaby, - Till Love shuts its starry eye. - Baby’s bed’s a sacred place, - Free from every guile. - E’en the weariest of earth - Can but look and smile. - Be not proud, the angels there - Guard the precious one with care, - And the light from Pearly Gates - Shines across the bed, - Where the shining angel waits - At the cradle head. - Sweetest vigils we will keep, - Hush! the darling is asleep. - - - - -BABIES - - - Darling babies, precious babies! - To the cradles flocking, flocking; - Little men and little women - In the cradles rocking, rocking. - - Sweetest baby voices cooing; - Dimpled fingers clasping, playing; - Baby smiles and baby glances, - From the cradles swaying, swaying. - - O! the stars may pale in ashes, - And the sun may cease its glowing; - But these new-born souls forever - Must be onward going, going! - - Bless these tender hearts, O Saviour! - With Thy love these loves entwining; - Make them Thine own fadeless jewels. - In Thy crown forever shining. - - - - -LULLABY OF THE ARCTIC - - - Sleep, baby, sleep;—safe from the storm, - Hid in thy wrappings downy and warm - Tell all the drifting snow - Tell all the winds that blow, - That they must softly go; - Baby is here. - - Sleep, baby, sleep; storm-clouds have fled, - And not a snow-flake touched baby’s bed! - Tell the Aurora bright, - Tell all the stars of night, - Send down your cheery light; - Baby is here! - - Sleep, baby, sleep: God holds the world: - His starry banner now is unfurled. - Hear what the angels say, - Sent on their shining way, - One soul is pure as they; - Baby is here. - - - - -BABY NOAH - - - When Mother Lamech’s baby boy - In the bright hammock swung, - And Grandpapa Methuselah - Some cheery anthem sung, - As baby Noah sucked his thumb, - Or played with wee pink toes, - He knew not of the flood to come - With all its startling woes. - - And when he clapped to see the stars - Peer through the heavens dark, - He did not know his dimpled hands - Would plan the precious Ark. - He knew not that the baby voice - Then learning “lullaby” - Must yet be by the nations heard, - Sent by the King on high; - - That he must preach the coming Christ, - The Saviour yet to die, - And men would scoff and hate his name - And pass his warnings by; - That violence in all the earth - Would run its riot free, - Until the storm and cyclone came,— - Avenging powers to be. - - And when the birds of morning sang - The chorus of the groves, - And baby Noah cooed and laughed - To see the bright-winged doves, - He knew not that on Ararat - The other side the Flood, - He would send forth a bird like that - To bring him tidings good. - - So we, who shield our little ones - And guide their baby feet, - Know not the bitter that may come, - Or snares hid in the sweet. - We hold their hands and kiss their lips, - We wrap them in our love; - And yet a little while and then - Who’ll guide them when they rove? - - Lord Jesus, Saviour of the lambs, - Bless Thou these little ones; - Teach us, O Lord, that _we_ may teach - Thy daughters and Thy sons; - That we may right examples set, - In pleasure or in straits; - That they may in our footsteps go - And enter Pearly Gates. - - - - -LULLABY OF THE OCEAN - - - Rest, darling, rest, - On Ocean’s breast, - Millions of star-worlds are mirrored to-night - Till the great deep is all sparkling with light; - O the blue sea is a glorious sight, - Rocking my baby till morning shines bright! - Rest, baby, rest, - On the sea’s breast; - Beautiful Deep, - Rock us to sleep! - - When the sea roars, - And the storm pours, - And the great billows so fearfully reel, - And the loud thunders burst peal upon peal, - Jesus, our Lord, lays His hand on the wheel, - Then the great waves come sobbing and kneel. - Rest, baby, rest, - On the sea’s breast; - Beautiful Deep, - Rock us to sleep! - - - - -KEEP WARM THE BABY’S FEET - - - O mother of the darling sweet, - Keep warm, keep warm the baby’s feet! - Would you make strong the tiny form, - Against disease, against the storm, - Then keep the precious feet most warm! - - Countless little graves now hold - The tiny form within their fold, - Because in life their feet were cold. - Then, mother of the darling sweet, - Keep warm, keep warm the baby’s feet! - - - - -LULLABY OF THE FOREST - - - Sweet is summer’s breeze - Through the leafy trees, - Where the honeysuckles grow, - And the violets below - Open wide their bright blue eyes, - Looking towards the sunny skies. - Sleep, while gentle south winds blow - Over blossoms white as snow. - - Now the sunset bird - By his trill has stirred - All the evening songsters near; - What a warbling choir is here! - And the chorus “Whippoorwill” - Calls from every vine-clad hill. - Sleep, while all the birdies sing - Praises to our Saviour King. - - In the leafy nest - Songsters are at rest; - All the little ground birds hide - ’Neath the grassy curtains wide; - In its well-made mossy bed - Every squirrel rests its head. - Sleep, my little precious bud - From the Paradise of God. - - - - -OUR KITTY - - - Kitty was playing with one little ball, - A ball that was hung on a string; - Its bright eyes were dancing in merriest glee, - Watching how far it would swing. - And dear little puss, as quick as a dart, - Would dash it, when near her it swung; - But kitty could only laugh out of her eyes, - For joy that a ball could be strung. - - O frolicsome kitty! Say, why did you come - Where somebody often gets cross? - You don’t know what rough words may meet you in life, - When there’s not a play-ball to toss! - Then Truth answered me in a sweet, loving tone, - And said that wee kitty had come - To teach little children to ever be kind - And tender to pets in the home. - - The velvet is soft on the small, fragile paws; - And if it with gentleness meet, - ’Tis seldom that any will know it has claws, - Or learn there are pins in its feet. - And kitty is come to show us a way - To work for a wonderful thing; - When lions and lambs together shall play, - And all hearts together shall sing! - - - - -MOTHER’S LULLABY - - - Never fear, darling, nor start at a sound; - Mother’s arm foldeth thee tenderly ’round. - Mother’s heart beats for thee; rest on it, love; - Mother’s voice sings for thee, soft as a dove. - - Go to sleep, baby, and grow to be strong. - Mother will teach thee a beautiful song; - Beautiful song that together we’ll sing - In the Bright Land, that forever is Spring. - - O soft, little feet, lie still in the wrap, - For ten little toes are needing a nap; - One little hand reaches up for a kiss; - Baby can’t sleep without mother’s caress! - - But mother is worn and weary to-night, - Go to sleep, baby, till morning is bright. - Mother wakes easy; don’t fear if she nod; - For nobody loves like mother and God. - - - - -WINTERGREEN BERRIES - - - ’Twas a cold, rough day - As we sped away - In the grand old Michigan woods; - And the forest flowers, - ’Mid the windy hours, - Hid back in their wee, warm hoods. - - But we searched the ground, - And the red drops found - ’Neath their shining parasols green; - Two or three on a stem, - Each a round, ruby gem, - ’Neath coverts of emerald sheen. - - O little, bright globes! - In your wee, red robes, - And hid under sweet, scented leaves, - O why do you grow, - Hid away till the snow - Its great white coverlet weaves? - - But the berries cried, - “We were made to hide, - Till the dear, little hands shall come - And bear us away - For their own sweet play, - In the corner of some glad home.” - - - - -THE CRADLE SONG OF THE ROCKIES - - - Father has gone to the mountains for gold - Hid for his baby for ages untold; - He will come home when the wind bloweth cold, - Calling for baby. - - Brother has gone to the mountains to seek - Quartz-gems as rosy as baby’s bright cheek; - He will bring topaz from valley and peak, - Calling for baby. - - Sister has gone to the mountains to bring - All the bright blossoms that wake in the spring; - She will come, blithe as the birdies that sing, - Calling for baby. - - If we forget thou are lent from the skies, - Angels may come from the Father All-Wise, - With a great love shining out of their eyes, - Calling for baby. - - - - -THE CRADLE SONG OF THE NILE - - - “Lullaby, darling one; now you will ride - On the Nile waters so quiet and wide. - Let no one say my baby has cried - There in the rushes.” - - Thus said a mother, and offered a prayer, - As the small ark floated daintily there; - Leaving to God and His tenderest care - The cradle of rushes. - - Who is now come to the river to lave? - Oh! ’tis the king’s daughter lovely and brave; - Bidding her maidens bring in from the wave - The cradle of rushes. - - Pharaoh’s fair daughter bends low to caress: - “Hushaby, pretty one! give me a kiss;— - Who ever saw such a cradle as this, - Built out of rushes! - - “Go! call a Hebrew to nurse it for me:— - Sing a glad song till it laughs in its glee. - ’Tis well I was first the sweet cherub to see, - Hid in the rushes. - - “Dress it in raiment of loveliest dyes; - Pharaoh’s great gems are not bright as its eyes; - This is the king’s daughter’s beautiful prize, - Found in the rushes.” - - - - -SNOW-BIRDS - - - Birdies dancing on the snow, - Merry as if this were June; - And the little wiry feet - Skipping to the gayest tune; - With no stockings and no shoes, - Chirping forth the morning news. - O, you’ll freeze your tiny feet - While you chipper glad and sweet! - - “Freeze?” they chipper, “no, for we - Are the snow-birds, don’t you see? - This is telling our delight - For the morning golden-bright, - As we breakfast on the seeds - Gathered from the old dry weeds. - Does your song of praises flow - Glad, as we chirp on the snow?” - - - - -THE MINER’S CRADLE SONG - - - Dig a little farther; baby needs a hood, - Cloak, and shoes, and blanket,—everything that’s good. - Dig a little farther; never say despair, - While the little darling needs a dress and chair. - - Sell the watch for candles, make the lantern burn; - Soon we’ll strike the treasure with a glad return. - Dig a little farther; show us, Lord, the way! - For the precious baby we will dig and pray. - - Sharpen pick and shovel; see that rope is strong; - Turn the windlass careful, lest you hush the song - By the little cradle where the baby sleeps, - And God’s loving angel ceaseless vigil keeps! - - - - -EVE’S CARE - - - Eve kept her babies carefully warm, - Safe from the evening chill, safe from the storm; - As the Lord made of skins a garment for her, - Eve must have known that the babes needed fur; - Cloaks lined with ermine and fluffiest goods, - Wraps fringed with camel’s hair; eider down hoods. - O, to have seen the sweet darlings of Eve - Would have been a great lesson, we well may believe! - - - - -THE ORIOLE’S SONG - - - Dear little orioles rocked in the tree - By the sweet summer winds, waiting for me; - Waiting for mother the supper to bring; - O baby orioles, father will sing! - Father will sing as he sits on the bough, - Watching his babies wait supper just now. - Dear little downy brood, hearing the tune - All the bright Baltimores warble in June. - You must wear hoods of soft feathery black, - With a dark cape coming over your back. - The front of your dress must be of bright gold, - Almost vermilion, like father’s of old. - With feathers white-edged on both little wings; - That’s what the oriole wears when he sings. - His stockings are azure, the same that they wore - In the bright orchestra close to Eve’s door! - We never change style; the old one is best: - Given of Him Who our forefathers dressed; - Days before Eve placed a rose in her hair, - The same golden red did the orioles wear. - The world is so restless, so hungry for change; - Its plans are like billows that o’er the sea range: - It alters its patterns, its habits and words; - And what would they do were it not for the birds! - If we don’t praise Him, and sing when we can, - There’ll be a chorus left out of His plan. - And when He looks down on the oriole’s tree, - There must go up a sweet warble from me. - ’Tis all I can give Him for nest on the bough; - The song that He taught me, I’m singing it now. - Dear baby orioles, learn to sing this; - ’Tis the sweet song of the Eden of bliss! - - - - -LULLABY OF THE ORIOLE - - - Your nest is all built, and your birdies are there, - Hidden away from the draughts of the air; - O pretty songster of garden and glen, - Whistle again, birdie, whistle again! - “Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!” - - Who taught you to build such a wonderful nest? - There you may rock all the night in your rest, - Swung by the breezes till morn cometh, then, - Whistle again, birdie, whistle again! - “Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!” - - O, pretty oriole, where is your mate? - Still he is searching and breakfast is late. - Call him from hill-top, call him from glen; - Whistle again, birdie, whistle again! - “Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!” - - - - -THE MOTHER TO HER SLEEPING BABE - - - Drink, little love, - The pearly stream - No eye can see - That flows for thee; - Drink, love, and dream. - Sweet baby thought, - Fresh and untaught, - Bright-winged and free, - Glide on and see - The golden beams, - And silvery streams; - The budding flowers - And starry bowers - That glow and gleam - In baby’s dream. - - Drink, little love. - Thy mother’s eye, - Like yonder star - That shines afar - In azure sky, - Is bent on thee - Each smile to see; - Each want to fill; - Each fear to still; - And give thee rest - Upon her breast. - - Her throbbing heart - Beats to the song - Her lips prolong. - Should baby start - From fearful dream, - A fresher stream - Of song will rise - From mother then, - Till baby’s eyes - Close soft again. - O little one, - Life just begun, - Bud newly born, - Life’s early morn, - Harp newly strung, - Song never sung, - Angel unknown, - Thou art my own! - - Saviour, behold, - Dearer than gold - This pearl of love - From God above: - Priceless and pure, - Gem to endure. - Lord, it is Thine; - O make it shine - With jewels there - In holy light, - And let me see - Its glow so bright, - Where glories bloom - Beyond the tomb. - - Sleep, little one! - I’ll cradle thee - Upon my breast. - Thou art to be - A glorious saint - Before the throne; - To sing and praise - Our Lord, our own. - I know it now; - Upon this brow - I press so oft - With kisses soft, - A crown of light - Will glitter bright; - Forever then - I’ll love thee, when - On that glad shore, - To part no more, - I clasp my love - Safe, safe above. - The covenant - Is sure, if I, - With faithful hold - And courage bold, - To Christ draw nigh - And teach thy heart - The better part. - - Sleep, little love: - Thy tiny feet - Are yet to tread - The golden street. - And thou wilt glide - With angel bands - ’Mong starry worlds - In fadeless lands; - And praising God - With harp and voice, - Thy mother’s soul - Shall then rejoice. - O then these years - Of pain and tears - Will all be fled! - Rest, little head, - While shadows come - About our home; - And stars of night - Shine down so bright, - From that sweet place - Where angels sing - Of truth and grace. - On tireless wing - We, too, will rise, - O darling one! - To yonder skies,— - The victory won, - The journey done; - With joy to stand, - Hand clasped in hand, - Upon the heights - Of true delights, - Where music flows - In deathless stream; - And want and woes, - And chilling snows, - Like thy short dream, - Forever past; - Where Jesus Blest - Shall lead the throng; - And that sweet song - Of dying love - We’ll sing above. - Rest, babe of bliss, - On my fond breast; - Sweet is thy kiss: - O I am blest! - Angel unknown, - Lord, ’tis Thine own! - - - - -THE BAPTISM - - - This sweet little Lily, this babe of our love, - This gift of our Father in glory above,— - O Crucified Saviour, we bring her to Thee - To make her as pure as the lily to be; - Thy Spirit attend her, nor leave her alone. - O make her to love Thee and seal her Thine own! - Thus may she forever dwell close to Thy breast, - And enter all blood-washed, the Heavenly Rest. - - - - -ODE TO THE MOON - - - Pretty Moon, do you remember - What was Eve’s first lullaby, - When she swung the little hammock - As the bird-songs floated by, - And you smiled down from the sky? - - Lovely Moon, do you remember - What was Noah’s anthem sweet - That they sang upon the Deluge - When the storms had ceased to beat, - And the stars looked down to greet? - - Lovely Moon, do you remember - That sweet song the angels sung - When the shepherds of Judea - Sang a song for every tongue, - And through heaven and earth it rung? - - Lovely Moon, you’ve seen these glories: - Through the ages thy calm smile - Silent keeps the wondrous stories - Hidden from our eyes awhile, - As we walk this starry isle. - - And your lamp is ever burning, - Though the clouds it from us hide; - Your fair face is always shining, - Ever since Eve was a bride - And the earth one homestead wide. - - Lovely Moon, the baby loves you: - Light with silver floods the mist, - Light the clouds that try to hide you, - Sea and plain and mountain crest; - All things smile that thou dost kiss. - - - - -THE MOON AND HER STAR - - - Some evenings fair, there comes a star - To cite the beauteous moon afar, - And travel close to her bright car; - List’ning glad to the song she sings; - Watching her spread her silver wings; - Learning a chorus to her song; - Trimming his lamp as he speeds along. - - Whether with oars he paddles the blue, - Or whether on lightning wings he flew,— - Whether he goes in a boat or car, - I cannot see, for he is so far. - - - - -PANSIES - - - Bright the lovely pansies blossomed, - Some in purple and in gold; - And I wondered at their courage, - Facing storms of cloud and cold. - Then I asked them of their mission,— - Why they came to bless the world; - And they laughed and shook the dew-drops - From their velvet leaves unfurled, - “Oh!” they cried, “we’ve many missions, - But the gladdest of them all - Is to cheer the little children, - And gleam out from fingers small; - To shine forth thoughts of God awhile, - And draw from baby lips a smile.” - - - - -MY BABY - - - Little pink toes, five in a row, - With a soft, velvet patter they go; - But that velvet patter is music to me, - _My_ baby, _my_ baby! - - Oh, ten little, pearly-pink toes, - Always go running in two little rows! - Each is a beautiful jewel to me, - _My_ baby, _my_ baby! - - - - -BABY’S CUP - - - A draught of good fresh milk, though drank - From earthen, tin or pewter, - Is Nature’s food and medicine, - And ever will recruit her - Better than all inventions served - In cups of golden lining. - - If baby should need aught beside - The precious milk, pearl-shining, - Then give it but the blood of grapes - Fresh-pressed from grape or raisin; - Blest cup for all the weak and strong; - Blest cup for every season. - - - - -BE A BABY WHILE YOU CAN - - - O little man, little man, - In the cradle rocking, - Soon to study and to plan, - Soon to cipher, parse and scan, - At door of wisdom knocking; - Measuring the mountains high - And the worlds that stud the sky,— - Sleep and rest, you little man, - Be a baby while you can; - Gather strength to lead the van. - - Baby darling, woman wee, - In the cradle rocking, - Soon to study and to plan, - Soon to cipher, parse and scan; - Measuring the mountains high, - And the worlds that star the sky; - Soon to mend the stocking, - Learning then to sew and bake, - Also fashion and to make. - Dainty baby-fingers, rest; - Soon they’ll need to do their best. - Dream that all the world is true, - Pure as yonder starry-blue; - Look at angels while you sleep; - See God’s foot-prints in the deep: - All the baby hearts are His, - And they “see Him as He is.” - Be a baby while you can; - Gather strength to lead the van. - - - - -MOTHER EVE - - - O Mother Eve, do you never look - From the Pearly Gates to the starry nook, - Where, glimmering here in the spangled blue, - The world shines out that was once for you,— - The dear old home of the Eden bowers - Where first you lived ’mong the birds and flowers? - As you look down on the babies dear, - And see their woes and their crying hear, - As fed with the food for babies not made, - The cheeks grow pale, and the bright hopes fade,— - Does your heart cry out, “Not so! Not so - Must the babe be fed to be strong and grow: - Milk, precious milk, is the wee one’s food, - To strengthen the bones and nourish the blood!” - - - - -LULLABY OF THE THRUSH - - - Little brown thrush, are you singing for me, - Pouring your song from the crest of the tree? - Oh! I’m not worthy of such a sweet tune, - Poured from the tree-tops bright mornings in June. - Yet warble for me, warble for me! - - O, if you’ll sing for me, little brown thrush, - I’ll build a nest for you, lined with soft plush; - “Ah, that’s not nice enough,” that’s what you say, - Waving your pretty wings, soaring away. - O warble for me, warble for me! - - Little brown thrush, then come, build your own nest - Of fine straw and silk, and things you like best; - I’ll scatter the down for you, under the tree, - To line the nest warm, if you’ll warble for me. - O warble for me, warble for me! - - - - -BABY’S CHILLY RIDE - - - Cool the winds were rustling - And the light was paling, - For the sun was hidden - With a fleecy veiling. - - Trundling down the sidewalk - A baby’s carriage rolled, - Canopied with azure - And dainty every fold. - - Sat the little stranger - Sweet as lily white; - The cap of gauzy ruffle - Let in air and light. - - The little wrap was tasteful, - Yet ’twas all too thin; - The cloak was not a warm one - To wrap a baby in. - - There it sat,—the angel! - Not saying, “I am cold.” - I knew that face of beauty - Would ne’er on earth grow old. - - By all my mother-instincts - And mother-wisdom given, - I knew that precious baby - Was on the road to Heaven. - - I thought of half-fledged birdies, - The sparrow and the starling; - And longed to wrap my mantle - About the baby darling. - - But on the little carriage - Rolled, with its precious freight, - As if in haste to land it - Within the Pearly Gate. - - Had baby been a dolly, - With lifeless locks of flax; - And had its form been molded - Of porcelain or wax, - - The fragile cap so gauzy, - The dainty cloak so thin, - Had been enough of clothing - To wrap the dolly in. - - But flesh and blood of babies - Need something warmer far, - Or soon the priceless jewel - Like evening’s beauteous star - - Will soon shine far above us; - And baby’s precious feet - Will walk among the angels - Along the Golden Street. - - - - -BABY’S MEDICINE - - - Oh! always give to the baby’s mouth - The things God made for food; - The precious milk or the grape’s fresh juice, - Things that the Lord calls “good.” - - Blind Folly searched through the east and west, - Aye, searched from north to south, - To find great drugs of healing power - To put in the baby’s mouth. - - But they searched in vain! and day and night, - Like flocks of birds, towards Heaven - The babies went, for they could not stay - Where the cruel drugs were given. - - And never put to the baby’s lips - The food for the stronger made; - Or you may weep with a broken heart - By its cold bed in the glade. - - Feed it food for the babies made, - And dress it warm and clean; - Give it the purest air to breathe, - And the sunlight’s golden sheen. - - Like the lilies fair, like the sweet June rose - Then shall the baby grow; - And the smile of Heaven like a halo rest - On the angel lent below. - - Give it the love of a holy heart - That plans for the life beyond; - That mingles prayer with the daily work, - And song with caresses fond; - - That sweet, glad song that forever lies - In the heart as the years sweep on; - And tells of the love God has for us, - In the gift of His only Son. - - - - -BABY’S BATH - - - If you’ve got it right, there’s a smile on his lips— - That water must cover his fat little hips, - Coming quite up to his waist. - Don’t make him laugh! he will splash if you do, - And learn naughty ways, and be troublesome too; - Be quiet; don’t be in haste! - But if you would be sure - Of the temperature, - Put your own elbow into the bath. - - - - -THE FARMER’S CRADLE SONG - - - Come, little rain-drops, patter on the corn; - Come, little sunbeams, bright in rosy morn; - Shine on the wheat-fields, make them golden-sweet, - Ready for the brown bread, baby wants to eat. - - Come, little dew-drops, make the apples grow, - Bellflower and russet, bright with sunset glow. - Come, cloud and sunshine, make the rainbow bright, - While the grapes’ sweet clusters laugh in delight. - - O, blessed Father, give enough for all! - Bread for the millions, little folks and tall; - Fruits for the wide world, bringing hope and health, - Milk and golden butter; ’tis the farmer’s wealth. - - Oh! blessed Saviour, with the bounty sweet - Make the people praise Thee when they come to eat. - May the little children lisp a loving prayer - For the countless blessings, and Thy tender care. - - When sweet Hosannas by all cradles rise, - When love of Jesus shines from children’s eyes; - Then earth and Heaven in one glad song will sing, - “In the highest, Glory to our Saviour King!” - - - - -THE LITTLE FAWN - - - There in the summer woodland, - Down in the quiet glade, - Hid in a leafy thicket, - Is a little fawn in the shade. - - And the wildwood moss is growing - About its dry leaf bed; - And the vine of the forest swaying - Its blossoms overhead. - - The mother roe comes often - To nurse her baby deer; - And she listens, listens, listens, - Lest some bold foot come near. - - There she dreams with her baby, - Till birds of the early dawn - Wake the mother from slumber - To nurse her dear little fawn. - - Who made the glad mother, - Who made the wee fawn? - Who made the bright birdies - To sing at the dawn? - - The same Who made baby, - The same Who made me; - Who calls us and calls us - His loved ones to be. - - - - -OUR BABY - - - What do you think that the kitty did - When baby was two weeks old, - And her eyes were dark, of a pansy blue, - And her hair half brown, half gold? - Kit put her paws on the baby’s feet, - And looked into baby’s eyes; - And baby looked into kitty’s face - With a curious surprise. - She thought that puss was a funny folk, - Half black, and yellow half; - With eyes of shining greenish gold; - And it made the baby laugh. - - What do you think that the birdies said - In the garden ’mong the trees, - As they ate of the berries growing there, - And sang in the summer breeze, - And built their nests on the leafy boughs - Where the baby’s eyes could see? - They sang the words that the baby loved; - “Twitter-dee, twitter-dee-dee-dee.” - - And what do you think that the baby did, - When they gathered white sprays, shining, - And made a hedge of the cradle side? - A hedge with a white-star lining? - Why, baby sat like a little queen, - In the midst of the circling bower, - And smiled as if it were Eden sweet, - And she never crushed a flower! - - And what do you think that the bright stars did, - As the baby peered through the curtain, - And peered again with a longing look, - To be sure they were shining, certain? - The stars just twinkled and twinkled there, - As they did to Eve’s own darlings, - When their dimpled fingers pointed up - To stars of the cloudless evenings. - - And how do you think that the baby looked, - As we took her out at sunset, - And set her down ’mong the tall ripe oats - (’Twas before the earth was dew-wet), - The baby looked at the golden oats - Above and around her growing, - And high up into God’s blue sky, - As if somebody there were knowing - - All about what a place she found - Where the nodding oats were playing, - And she sweetly smiled in her mother’s face, - As that mother’s heart was praying; - Praying there for her darling one, - That her little feet might never - Turn aside from the path that leads - Where Christ is the Joy forever. - - - - -LILIES - - - When I wandered ’mong the lilies, - Over hill and down the dale; - And some bloomed in brilliant scarlet, - Others pure as snowy veil, - Spread their fragrance on the breeze. - And I asked them why they came; - And each blossom smiled to tell me - That to speak of His dear name - They had raised their fairest banners, - Banners that the children seek, - With a shout of baby gladness - Lighting heart and eye and cheek. - - - - -THE DIVER’S CRADLE SONG - - - Come, little diver now under the sea, - Bring up a crown of bright jewels to me. - Bring me the coral, the sea-weed, the shell; - Bring the anemones there in the dell, - While baby’s awake. - - Come, little diver now under the sea, - Gather the mosses and bring them to me. - Find a sea-butterfly in the blue wave; - Get me the pearls that are hid in the cave, - While baby’s awake. - - Come, little diver deep under the sea; - Find a bright star-fish and fetch it to me. - I want a gurnet and sea-urchin, too; - Come, little diver, we’re waiting for you, - While baby’s awake. - - Waiting for you, and how long shall we wait? - Golden stars gleam on the billowy gate. - Why do you stay in the coral to sleep? - Gather the jewels and rise from the deep, - While baby’s awake. - - Ah, little diver, you’ve tarried so long! - Baby’s soft eyelids droop low in the song: - See how the bright fingers rest on her cheek; - Whatever you bring, little diver, don’t speak, - Lest baby awake. - - - - -THE RISING GENERATION - - - See ten thousand cradles swaying - With their burdens to and fro; - In the vales and on the mountains, - Tropics warm and fields of snow; - Every land and tribe and people - Hears the little new-born voice; - Sees the rising generation - In its early thoughts rejoice. - - Shivering Greenland has these treasures, - Wrapt in furs with tender care. - Sunny India fans her birdlings - In the warm and balmy air, - And the spicy isles shed sweetness - ’Round the little cherished bed: - From pole to pole the mother’s bosom - Pillows soft her darling’s head. - - Little velvet hands are playing; - Little dimpled fingers move; - Little restless feet are nestling; - Little ruby lips of love - All throughout the world are smiling: - Precious baby hearts are light; - Wondering at surrounding objects, - Thinking all the world is bright. - - Then the countless groups of children - Sporting as they glide along - The stream of life, while bird and rillet - Interweave their cheerful song - With sweetest notes; and childhood’s hours - Seem like a morning of delight - Where gardens bloom with fairest flowers, - Glittering with the dews of night. - - Oh! the rising generation - Soon will rule throughout the world, - And the thoughts we daily teach them - Soon like banners be unfurled; - Soon our words and tones be copied, - And like seeds spring up again, - Swaying future generations, - Molding hearts and voices then: - - And again be scattered broadcast, - And again in harvest rise. - Teach us, Lord, Thy perfect wisdom: - Make our hearts and lips and eyes - To speak forth tenderness and love. - Make the very tone of voice - The index to the will subdued, - Telling, “We in Christ rejoice.” - - Give us faith and peace unshaken; - In each parent’s heart implant - The fear of God, to guard and quicken, - Till each thought with God is blent; - Till His glorious presence fills - With sweet peace no words can tell, - And we can every cross endure, - Seeing Him invisible. - - Like Moses then the parent’s face - Shall tell what patience Jesus gives; - And little wond’ring hearts will trace - The path to where Immanuel lives. - And little children yearn to know - The sweetness of the Saviour’s love. - - Then, then the world will turn to God. - Then children pray with earnest soul; - The clouds of unbelief will flee, - And light shall spread from pole to pole, - As millions bear the Gospel on - And scatter Day-beams through the earth, - Till all the nations shall arise - Rejoicing in immortal birth. - - That glorious day my soul shall see; - Perchance on earth, or looking forth - From Heaven’s heights of amethyst - Rejoicing o’er the ransomed earth. - Rise, Christian, rise. Wake, parent, wake. - The Rising Generation calls; - Go onward and proclaim the road. - - - - -WHY THE BABIES WENT HOME - - - The other side the Pearly Gates - Have a myriad babies gone - Because their robes were all too thin - For the chilly eve and dawn. - Or the little shoes were cold and damp - From the wet grass of the lawn. - - The other side the Pearly Gates - Have a myriad babies fled - Because in the tender baby-days - They were given flesh and bread, - Though God made milk, the delicious milk - For the babies to be fed. - - The other side the Pearly Gates - A myriad babies went, - Because no sweet love greeted them - In the hours when they were sent; - And the way was all too hard and cold - For the little ones God lent. - - The other side the Pearly Gates - God made the loveliest place - For the wee ones come back to Him; - And they always “see His face.” - The sweetest joys of heaven are theirs, - In the Home of endless grace. - - - - -BLESSINGS OF GOD - - - God made the milk to be - Creamy and sweet, - For all of His children - To drink and to eat. - To make all His frail ones - Grow happy and strong, - Give them the precious milk - Sweet as a song. - - God made the golden corn, - God made the wheat, - For bread and for puddings; - Rich plenty to eat. - The rice and the barley, - The rye and the oats; - O let us thank Him - In happier notes! - - God made the fruits to grow - Luscious and sweet, - For all His dear children - To drink and to eat. - Never ferment them; - For then from the rot - Springs forth the poison! - Taste of it not! - - Fresh from the fruit bottles - Seal it away; - Sink it in waters cold; - Hide it in clay. - There ’twill keep fresh and sweet, - Harmless as new. - Harmless as ripened grapes - Sparkling with dew. - - - - -KINDNESS TO ALL - - - A record is kept of all things upon earth. - And even the kitty that sleeps on the hearth - Has its own rights to our kindness and care, - As long as it lives. And no one should dare - To think all he owes is a kick and a “Scat!” - To poor little pussy because she’s a cat. - And if she must die, let it be by the way - That gives the least pain, is what Mercy would say. - Be kind to all creatures; our heart tells us why. - And he who cares not for the sufferer’s cry - Shall himself call in vain when the terror is nigh; - He who cares not for pain of man, beast or bird - Shall yet cry “himself and never be heard.” - - - - -CHORUS OF THE FLOWERS - - - There came a chorus from the vales and hills; - From plains and mountains, and the rippling rills. - Where’er a flower was growing, came a song, - So sweet it woke to praise a countless throng; - And these blest words I caught within my heart - To keep until from earthly walks I part. - “We flowers, all, have come to earth to tell - What every blessed angel knows so well: - That God is Love; and seek that love to show - Where’er a human foot can ever go. - He sent us forth in beauties numberless, - For every heart to welcome and caress, - And learn a little of that love divine - That seeks through leaf and flower and star, to shine.” - - - - -THE CORNSTALK CHAIR - - - In the years long gone, whence the shadows smile - Like the morning beams on the song-swept isle, - Half hid by the cloud and the rainbow’s wing - Are the early scenes that my dreamings bring. - There’s a little child at her quiet play, - Rocking her doll in a motherly way; - Singing a song as the hours creep by, - And the blue-bells bloom as the sun mounts high. - There’s a violet wreath in her auburn hair, - And her rag doll sits in a cornstalk chair - That her grandmother made, with the skill of old - From the tender stems like the polished gold. - The little one then, as she planned and played - And a tiny loaf in a teaspoon made, - Knew not what a world of grief is this, - For her woes were healed with the mother’s kiss. - And she never thought as she went to rub - All her dolly’s clothes in a basin-tub, - And then hung them out on a tiny cord, - As white as the ruff of an ancient lord, - She should yet count the seasons one by one, - Till the dear old folks were gone, all gone; - Caught up to the Land of the Blessed Fold, - And she more than half a century old! - But O, what a change ’tween then and now! - Memories stamped upon spirit and brow; - The violets gone and the silver thread - Is the chaplet now for the once bright head; - And the cornstalk chair, like the polished gold, - Is vanished away with the dreams of old. - But the heart keeps all, and is never cold. - While the voices heard in the anthems then, - In the quiet hours come oft again. - - - - -LITTLE OLD BABY CLOTHES - - - From out a bundle in the old red chest - I found some baby-clothes that called the tears. - They brought so many precious memories forth, - Sweet, precious memories of by-gone years. - A little shirt so tiny that the sleeves - Would always seem to, laughing, whisper low, - “We were the first you made: we did not grow - In length nor breadth; and when the baby grew - We were laid by to serve a baby new.” - That little shirt! The tiny hem-stitched front - Covered the little heart whose fluttering beat - Was like a captive bird; nor did I know - The years would come, years sorrowful and sweet, - When I, in pain, my weary head would rest - Against that heart, and on those arms so blest. - O little sleeves! the arms you circled then, - I kissed and dressed; they dress me now. Again - The old-time tenderness comes o’er me with a thrill - She is the stronger; yet my darling still. - O little shirt, too worn to give away; - Too dear to waste; still with my keepsakes stay, - With the wee stockings and the short pink dress, - Hid in the bundle, still my heart to bless, - By bringing back the rainbow baby days - When God first taught me mother-thought and praise. - These little clothes bring back the time to me - When, full of wonder and of hope, I thought - The coming treasure, that pure gift of God - For which, in prayer, my earnest heart had sought, - Would cheer me with a joy that only shines - In mother-hearts, where Love’s most costly mines - Are thrown wide open to be gathered free - For baby lips and baby eyes to see. - Yes, I remember all, dear little clothes, - You’ve roused a thousand memories from repose; - And like the sweetest music of the past, - You breathe a song that must forever last. - A song re-echoed ever here below; - A song to follow me when I shall go - To that glad Home where parting is no more, - And greet my children on the fadeless shore. - - - - -LULLABY OF THE ROSES - - - Over the rustic window sill, - Peering down on the little crib; - Over the snowy pillow-frill, - Over the snowy little bib. - Scattering rose leaves fresh and sweet; - Pure as the baby’s lips and feet. - - Baby, dream a beautiful dream, - Watched by the summer roses bright, - That wake to see the starry gleam - From the wonderful crown of night, - And wait to peer on the baby’s crib, - And strew soft leaves on baby’s bib. - - We wear the styles the roses wore - In the summers beyond the Flood, - And dyes the same we had before, - And our patterns came down from God. - We are the same glad roses still, - Smiling over the window sill. - - We ne’er forget the ways we learned - There in the sinless Eden Home; - Whether we’re loved, or torn and spurned, - We smile as Eve’s own garden bloom. - Scattering rose-leaves fresh and sweet, - Soft as baby’s lips and feet. - - For the Beautiful One said “Stay; - Tell the children of God’s own love. - Breathing forth fragrance all the way; - Giving the smiles sent from above.” - So we watch for the little crib; - Strewing leaves on the baby’s bib. - - - - -LULLABY OF THE SUN - - - The first baby ever to earth was born, - I kissed with my beams on its natal morn. - I made the dews sparkle, the tender buds bloom, - The air of the morning with sweets to perfume. - I love all the babies my sunbeams to see; - I love them and all of the babies love me. - - The babies they hide from me always grow pale. - None can be rosy and happy and hale - But those that I nourish with warmth and with light; - E’en in the darkness I never leave quite; - I shine ’round the corners from planet and moon, - To whisper “Take courage, I’ll be with you soon.” - - Then, touching the morning cloud, touching the hills, - I send out the twilight that wakens the rills. - And more and more pouring my sunbeams afar, - Till dew-drops are diamonds, and hid is each star; - I wake all the babies my glories to see. - I love them and all of the babies love me! - - - - -EARTH’S REQUIEM FOR THE LITTLE ONES - - - Never a baby soul fluttered away - But I must tenderly treasure the clay, - Holding it close to my motherly breast, - Hiding it under my mantle to rest; - To rest till the Father who builded the skies - Shall waken the dust, and bid it arise. - Every sweet babe, in my bosom I hold, - Is a bright angel to never grow old. - Wee, waxen hands so quietly folded; - Little, still feet—divinely they’re molded! - Eyes that once sparkled and yet to awake - When Resurrection’s bright morning shall break. - - - - -DARLING BABY - - - Do you see the darling baby - Laughing in her crib? - She has learned to get the bonnet - And untie her bib. - - She pulls off her little stockings - Playing with her toes. - And her feet are soft as velvet, - Pinky as the rose. - - Well, baby may be a mother - In a little while; - So take care what things you teach her - By your word and smile. - - For she’ll be just what you make her, - Selfish, proud and cold: - Or she may be like the angels, - Sweet and pure as gold. - - - - -THE ANCIENT OF DAYS - - - ’Tis a wonderful Chorister made us to sing, - And taught every warbler its lays; - And His rapturous voice leads the angels in song; - And His name is the Ancient of Days! - ’Tis a wonderful Architect builded the earth; - We read His great heart in His ways; - In the sweet and the beautiful mirrored He lives; - And His name is the Ancient of Days! - ’Tis a wondrous Philosopher balanced the clouds, - And weaves the bright sunshine with haze; - And waters the earth with the dew and the rains; - And His name is the Ancient of Days! - His arm never wearies; His heart never faints, - For strength to guide worlds on their ways; - And all the bright comets that rush through the sky, - Heed the voice of the Ancient of Days! - His heart is the gladdest of all the glad hearts - That join in the anthem of praise; - Yet none grieves like Him o’er the loss of the soul, - Because He’s the Ancient of Days. - His voice is the sweetest in all the glad song - In rapture all Heaven to amaze: - In all the vast universe naught can compare; - With the voice of the Ancient of Days! - And with Him in loveliness none can compare; - His beauty is great as His ways. - And those who behold Him are changed by His smile, - Because He is Ancient of Days! - His age shows no weakness; His beauty and truth - Shine ever ’mid cycles of praise. - Forever He keepeth “the dew of His youth,” - Because He is Ancient of Days! - I long for His teaching; I long to behold, - And sing with the angels His praise. - And soon I shall see Him, see Him _as He is_, - Our Saviour, the Ancient of Days. - - - - -LITTLE SHOES - - - Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes; - Two tiny feet move you along; - Soft, dimpled fingers play with you oft; - Two rosy lips are learning a song. - - Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes; - Two sparkling eyes laugh as you skip. - Don’t run too fast when papa comes home, - The big tears fall whenever you slip. - - Trudge, trudge, trudge! O come, little shoes, - Baby must rest, and not walk all day. - Baby must sleep, and two little feet - In the warm coverlet hide them away. - - Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes, - Worn at the heel, and worn at the toe, - Holding the impress of innocence sweet, - And more precious the older they grow. - - Trudge, trudge, trudge! if all of our feet - Went half as far in God’s beautiful way, - There would be sunshine over the earth, - And the dark places would shine as the day. - - - - -THERE’S AN ANGEL HERE - - - Don’t be cross if the dishes break: - Don’t be cross if the baby wake: - There is a pen and a record near; - O speak kind,—there’s an angel here! - - Don’t be harsh if your will be crossed; - Life’s great sea may be tempest-tossed; - Call on Christ, for the billows kneel, - If His hand shall but touch the wheel. - - Don’t be cross if the tide rolls high; - God still rules in the stormy sky. - Still be kind though the way is dark; - God saves some in a helpless Ark. - - Don’t be cross, for a mighty host - Now looks on; not a word is lost. - What is earth, and its riches what? - Soon all past, and its gold forgot. - - Don’t be cross, for the iron pen - Still writes on; for the great Amen - Summons each to the shining throne, - There to meet every word his own. - - Keep us, Lord, from the hasty word - That wounds all hearts like the cruel sword! - And with the blood that for us was shed, - Blot cross words from the records read. - - - - -“WAKING UP THE STARS” - - - Morn has lighted up the azure, - Yet our precious baby-treasure - Has not wakened from her slumbers, - And she dreams the starry numbers - All have closed their twinkling eyes, - As she sails the soft blue skies; - Sails on clouds as white as snow, - Far above the world below. - Silken ringlets, golden-brown, - From her temples rippling down, - Rest aglow upon the pillow, - While she floats dream’s joyous billow. - Now the lashes on her cheek - Tremble, as she wakes to speak; - From the pillow she is springing, - And the baby-accents ringing, - Like the song-bird’s from its bars, - “I was waking up the stars!” - Baby dear, so sweetly dreaming, - All the world so guileless seeming; - We’re the stars that need awaking; - ’Tis our slumber that needs breaking. - Life’s short day is almost done; - Wake us for the setting sun. - - - - -LULLABY OF THE STARS - - - Come little earth-star, where the babies sleep; - Fly up the blue path, and time with us keep. - O spread your cloud-wings, bright, tiny star, - Come towards the Pleiades shining afar! - - Come, little earth-star, where the babies dream, - Rocked in the cradles soft, ’neath starry gleam. - Swung in the hammocks bright, ’neath summer trees, - Where the breath of roses floats on the breeze. - - Come, little earth-star, where the babies laugh, - Drinking the sweet milk God hath made to quaff. - Bathed in the sunshine ever fresh and new, - Tell them we are watching up in the blue. - - Tell them we’re shining still ’mid the light; - Glitt’ring and twinkling all through the night. - Gleaming at morn ’tween rose-clouds aglow; - Peering through the dark storm laden with snow. - - Wee, precious earth-world, though so very small, - All the big stars know thee; thou art watched by all. - No star so favored as thyself hath been, - Where the King of Glory died to save from sin. - - Brightest of sunbeam kiss thy ripening food. - Countless pure angels guard thy baby brood. - When we sing Love’s anthem, shouting it afar, - There’s a tender chorus sung for thee, O star! - - Mighty is the arm that guideth on the way! - Planets keep their orbits while the comets play. - And you never jostle with your baby-brood, - While they learn the praises of the Loving God. - - Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, little earth-world, - Flying towards the Pleiades bright unfurled; - While we sing Love’s anthem, shouting it afar; - And a tender chorus swells for thee, O star! - - - - -ROSES - - - Sweet roses! and they bloomed as pure - As shining cloud and shining dew, - And when I asked why such sweet buds - From out the cold, damp hillsides grew; - The roses nodded in the wind, - And every velvet lip replied, - “We came to tell the love of God, - And tell the sweet, old story wide. - And that we might the longer stay - To light the path and cheer the way, - Where’er the little children stray, - Our stems are wisely wrapped in thorn, - That weary night and golden morn, - From baby lips to wake a smile - ’Mid baby thoughts all pure from guile.” - - - - -MOTHER EARTH’S LULLABY - - - Rest, baby, rest, - On my glad breast. - All the babies I have carried - Ever since sweet Eve was married, - And I love them all so well, - That I never yet could tell - Which I think the dearest one, - Whether daughter, whether son, - All are precious from their birth - To the fond old mother Earth. - - Rest, baby, rest, - On my glad breast. - O, the pansies, pinks and roses, - Buttercups and fair, wild posies, - On the lawns and in the wild, - I am growing for each child; - Making streamlets dance with glee - For the baby eyes to see. - Guarding nests of birdies near - That bring songs to baby’s ear. - - Rest, baby, rest, - On my glad breast. - Bread from golden field is coming; - Honey flows where bees are humming. - These in richness soon will come; - Apple, berry, grape and plum. - But may mother not forget - Milk is baby’s glory yet; - And for years it still must be, - If you would a jewel see. - - Rest, baby, rest, - On my glad breast. - How I watch your priceless slumbers. - Holding careful, countless numbers; - Constant turning round and round, - That the sleeping sleep more sound - In the shade; and those that wake - See the rosy morning break. - List’ning to hosannas sweet, - That all babyhood will greet. - - Rest, baby, rest, - On my glad breast. - Whether in the wilds near Eden, - Or in Father Noah’s garden, - Kings and peasants, rich and poor, - Born to ignorance or lore, - I have done the best I could - With the flocks of babyhood. - Every baby is a gem; - My old heart goes out to them! - - - - -LULLABY OF THE RAIN-DROPS - - - ’Tis the patter of the rain-drops, - Baby dear, - Falling lightly on the home-roof, - That we hear. - Patter, patter, low and sweet, - Like the touch of velvet feet - Coming near. - - ’Tis the patter of the rain-drops - On the grass, - Makes it grow so green and shining - As they pass. - And each leaf upon the trees - Waves, like jewels in the breeze, - Liquid glass. - - ’Tis the patter of the rain-drops - On the brook, - Makes it dimple, dimple, dimple, - As we look: - Saying as they run away, - “We write records every day - In Love’s Book.” - - ’Tis the cradle song of summer - That we hear, - In the patter of the rain-drops, - Coming near. - Though the dark skies seem to frown - Every drop brings blessings down, - Baby dear. - - - - -KISSING THE SUNBEAM - - -A babe not old enough to speak or walk was creeping on the floor. By -and by a bright ray of sunshine fell upon the carpet. Baby saw it and -crept towards the dazzling spot. She looked at it, with the greatest -interest in her sweet face; and then, putting down her little lips, she -kissed it. - - O sweet little babe, in thy innocent glee, - Kissing the sunbeam so golden and bright; - God sent it, a messenger lovely, to thee, - From the blue fields of heaven, all fledged with the light. - - Then kiss the bright beaming, thou dear little one; - And mayest thou ever be grateful to Him - Who gave to redeem us His glorious Son - And filleth our cup of sweet joy to the brim. - - O kiss the bright sunbeam that gladdens thy home, - Though ’tween the dark storm clouds that sunbeam may come; - It cometh so golden, so beautiful ever; - Then welcome the sunbeam, and praise the kind Giver. - - The Lord, in His love to the children of earth, - Showers His mercies and joys ’round the hearth; - Crowns the year with His goodness and bounty of love, - ’Till the earth teems with blessings all fresh from above. - - God scatters them freely and kindly on all: - Every moment they come, and how thickly they fall; - But blessings, like sunbeams in showers of gold, - Are drunk without praises by hearts dark and cold. - - He sends them to tell us how kind is His care. - He sends them to tell us how thankless we are. - He sends them to beautify Life’s troubled stream; - O praise ye the Giver Who sendeth the beam. - - - - -JEWEL OF THE CRADLE - - - How fondly the heart of the mother is stirred, - As she bends o’er the cradle where Innocence sleeps, - And the sweetest of names and the tenderest word - For her little birdling she carefully keeps. - - How precious its smiles and its cooing to her; - And the light of its eye gives her joy anew, - And e’en while she sleeps, her fond heart waketh still, - Like a list’ning star in Night’s curtain of blue. - - Her fond, circling arms press it still to her breast, - Where lulled by her heart-throb it slumbers again. - If aught should awake it, the mother will start - From dreaming and patiently comfort it then. - - How wilt thou reward her, O sweet little babe? - How give back the years of her labor and care? - How pay for the tears of sweet sympathy shed; - The heart’s deepest yearning; the river of prayer? - - O sweet little babe, learn of Jesus to love; - Sing Zion’s sweet songs with thy silvery voice; - O then shall the heart of thy mother be glad, - And o’er thy existence forever rejoice. - - - - -BABY SWEET - - - Baby sweet is a wonderful one, - From the bright country beyond the sun; - Whether a boy or whether a girl, - Each smile is pure; each tooth is a pearl; - Whether we wake at midnight or morn, - Still we are glad the sweet baby is born. - - Baby sweet is a wonderful one, - With eyes that shine like dew in the sun; - With velvet hands of the lily white; - With cheeks and lips of the roses bright. - Whether a boy or whether a girl, - A voter to be; the flag to unfurl. - - Baby sweet is a wonderful one. - Teach the small feet to lovingly run; - Teach the small hands to loving caress; - Teach the pure lips to pray and to bless. - Whether a boy or whether a girl; - Whether its locks are to braid or to curl; - Hide from it vanity, cruelty hide; - Feed it with purity, never with pride. - - - - -ANGEL OF THE CRADLE - - - There’s an angel in the cradle. - ’Tis a little stainless one, - In the morning of existence. - Here we see the rising sun - Of intelligence unfolding, - And its dewy thought unspring, - All so primitive and hopeful, - As the mind unfurls its wing. - - Deathless wing! O little stranger, - New-born messenger of love. - Jesus shield thy soul from danger, - Jesus lead thee safe above. - Suffer not, O blest Redeemer! - Suffer not this child to stray - From the fountain of salvation - And the happy, heavenly way. - - Suffer not, O God, my Saviour! - This dear child’s young heart to fill - With the follies of the worldly. - May she yield to Thee her will. - May she seek Thee, living Saviour; - Teach her in Thy blood to trust, - And for faith in Thy redemption, - Thou mayest call her with the just. - - O God! my heart, too full for utterance, - Claims Thy promise. Leave her not. - May Thy Spirit warn and shield her: - Be her joy, whate’er her lot. - O Thou for sinners crucified! - Hear for this babe the mother’s prayer. - O teach her all the way of life; - May Lily be an angel there, - Where comes no cloud of sin and fear - And never falls the parting tear. - - - - -LET ANGELS NAME IT - - - Mother, how thy little darling - Softly twines its tiny arms - ’Round thy neck, like infant tendrils, - Bright with more than earthly charms. - - What callest thou the baby cherub? - O can mortals find a name, - Suited to its guileless spirit, - And its fair and fragile frame? - - The rose is on its snowy cheek, - Fresh as when embalmed with dew, - And O, its eyes are like the stars, - ’Tween the soft clouds glancing through! - - The ruby lip that mutely smiles, - The waving of the curls of gold, - The changing glances of the eye, - All shadow forth bright thoughts untold. - - I know that in its sinless breast, - Embowered in the little heart, - Thoughts primitive steal softly on, - And Love’s own happy flowers start. - - God’s Spirit oft may light its mind - With thoughts of gladness from above; - Too fair for earth, thy darling seems; - Let angels name the little Love. - - O! let it never see a frown, - Nor hear a cold or cruel word; - Its eye will imitate thy glance; - Its tongue repeat whate’er is heard. - - O guard, with prayer, this angel germ; - This bud upon Life’s ocean tossed, - Lest thou shouldst ever see thy child - Numbered among the loved and lost. - - O guard, with prayer, this deathless bud! - That lust may never blight its bloom; - And thou shalt see this cherished one - In realms of peace beyond the tomb. - - Teach it to fold those little hands, - And bend the knee to Christ in prayer: - And all the wishes of the heart - To tell the Lord who listens there. - - Teach it to plead the promises, - Bequeathed in the sweet Book divine, - If thou wouldst have this child of earth - Among the stars of Heaven to shine. - - - - -THE TWO CRADLES - - -THE BABY PRINCESS - - The cradle, carved like an open shell - Of ebony, polished bright, - Was all inlaid with silver rare - That shone in the mellow light,— - Which streamed through the tiny curtains, wove - Of silver gauze and velvet flowers, - And lightly touched the infant’s cheek, - As it lay in satin wrappings, weak, - And slept through the quiet hours; - And the princess dreamed in her costly bed, - With a lady grand at her feet and head; - And never knew nor cared what grace - Had fashioned frills of her dainty lace; - For she dreamed no sweeter while she slept, - Nor suffered less when in pain she wept; - Though the lullaby in the chorus said: - “There’s a sparkling crown for the royal head.” - - -THE LITTLE RUSTIC - - In its cradle-hammock, cool and light, - A baby swayed in the summer air; - And through the leaves of the spreading trees, - It looked on the pure, blue heavens there; - And smiled as the warblers sang a song, - And cooed as the sweet breeze swept along, - Till its eyelids drooped and the lashes lay - On the velvet cheek; while the mother there - Guards still the babe of her tender care: - And the winds blow soft as they come that way - To touch the curls, and then whispering say, - “Peace to the child in its hammock bed, - And crowns of health for the bright young head.” - - - - -MY DARLING UNBORN - - - O dear little one that my eyes never saw, - Yet sprang to existence so near to my heart. - Thou gatherest strength from each breath that I draw; - Thus, of all I have precious, I give thee a part. - Thus I nourished thee, darling, by day and by night, - And in the strange burden I take a delight; - Hoping in future that thou, in thy love, - Wilt strengthen the feeble and guide them above. - - While my heart sends to thee its own bright, crimson tide, - Freighted with sustenance, ruby and warm, - I bear all thy sorrows, nor seek to divide, - With my own hidden darling, the chill of the storm. - Thus I shield thee, my loved one, by night and by day; - For thee do I suffer and for thee do I pray. - My heart hovers o’er the calm place of thy rest; - I’m waiting to pillow thy head on my breast. - - O! may God keep thee from guile and from sin; - May this voice of warning fall sweet on thine ear. - May He give thee a heart to love cleanness within - And all His commandments so priceless to hear. - Thus may Christ keep thee, my darling, my child; - Making thee humble and patient and mild; - Tuning thy harp for the realms of the blest: - O there meet me, darling, in Heaven to rest! - - I give thee to Jesus, my dear little one. - To the kind Shepherd’s care I commit thee in love. - May He clothe thee in truth that outshineth the sun, - And lead thee by faith to the Mansions Above. - Thus I hope for His blessing by day and by night, - To let thee proclaim the great Gospel of Light, - And strengthen thy heart to praise Christ and adore, - When thy mother shall rest on the Heavenly Shore. - - - - -OUR FIRST-BORN - - - This little angel at my side, - Just four days old, our God hath given, - The little spirit newly fledged, - Just from our Father’s hand in Heaven. - Like a bright sunbeam thou art come, - To cheer and bless our earthly home. - - No word ever fell from the dear little lips, - So sweet and so ruby; so guileless and mute. - God teach thee the language of love, my sweet babe: - May glad songs of Jesus pour forth from thy lute. - When fresh buds of thought are early unfolding, - God give to thy heart the true, heavenly molding, - And placing Christ’s image all glorious there, - To shield in temptation and lead thee to prayer; - In purity guide thee, sustained by His might; - And crown thee at last in the City of Light, - Where never to sin and to suffer and die, - We’ll sing “Hallelujah” in Bowers on High. - - - - -THE MOTHER’S THOUGHTS ON THE DEATH OF HER FIRST-BORN - - - Where is darling baby gone? - Where is my sweet, cherished boy, - With his soft hands at the dawn - Waking me in childish joy? - Where are those blue, sparkling eyes, - That were like stars of hope to me? - The angels took him to the skies, - To dwell, O God! to dwell with Thee. - - He left his foot-prints in my home, - His voice is in my heart; - He left a kiss upon my lips, - That never can depart. - And there in Heaven where angels dwell, - Where parting tears are never known, - There lives the sweet and cherished one, - Which here on earth I called my own. - - Dear Saviour, let me, on Thy breast, - In faithfulness and praise recline. - O let me never faint and fall, - Nor ever mourn while Thou art mine! - Thy spirit, Lord, is with me yet, - To wipe all tear-drops from my eyes, - And when the sun of life is set, - The loved shall meet me in the skies. - - And now adown the path of life - I go to cheer the faint and worn, - And scatter words and acts of love, - For those of hope and comfort shorn. - In Thy bright foot-prints, O my Lord! - Help me to lead some straying one. - Be Thou my strength and hope and shield; - Be Thou to me the rising sun. - Rivers of pleasure, full and free, - Shall then flow from Thy throne above, - And all my gloom forgotten be, - Hid in the ocean of Thy love. - - - - -ANGEL-TWIN - - - They took the new-born baby-twin, - And sought to give it breath; - Yet all in vain, the quiv’ring heart - Soon silent lay in death. - - It never knew an earthly care. - It never wept a tear. - Who would recall the innocent? - O who could wish it here! - - Deep Slumber hushed it on her breast; - It sleeps beneath the sod. - We would not wake that guileless one, - That fair and folded bud. - - The mother clasps the living twin - With a young mother’s love; - Yet even she would not recall - That sister babe above. - - Dear Saviour, guard this little one, - Which Thou hast kindly given; - That she may meet the sister-saint; - Twin-angels, joined in Heaven. - - - - -OUR CHILDREN - - - “Our children.” Oft we hear these words, - Yet none but parents know - How deep they thrill the parent’s heart. - The oceans ebb and flow; - You stand upon the shores and see - The shining billows roll; - ’Twould be another thing to have - The oceans in your soul; - To hear their music fill your heart, - Telling of hidden goal; - To feel the rush of every wave, - And have the vast control. - - You watch the stars, the fadeless stars - That glitter on their way; - Yet if you had them all in charge, - To keep them night and day, - O then your glorious retinue, - Your starry host so bright, - Would be outweighed by one of these: - Our children of delight, - Nor the care these loved ones want, - To guide their thoughts aright, - That they may find the shining shore, - Beyond our mortal sight. - - “Our children.” O these priceless words - Wake all life’s hidden springs; - Strike all the chords of hope and joy: - New thoughts spread trembling wings; - Fears whisper, and emotions weep, - While Hope lights up the tears - That oft baptize, like dewy spray, - Our darlings. May their years - Be filled with Wisdom’s holy light, - And sweet with holy cheer; - And may their brows be crowned with love, - Pure as the angels wear. - - Our precious children! How we toil - To gather joys for them; - To shield them from the wintry blast: - What chilling tides we stem, - And when at last we sink in death, - God shield each darling one, - And keep them all in Virtue’s path; - The Tempter’s smile to shun; - Redeemed from sin, made pure and wise, - For that glad home above the skies. - - - * * * * * - -Transcriber’s Notes: - -Seemingly inconsistent indentation was retained as printed. - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Baby-Land, by -Mrs. Almira L. 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Corey Frink and Wild-Bird - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most -other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Baby-Land - -Author: Mrs. Almira L. Corey Frink - Wild-Bird - -Editor: Olive Bacon Frink - -Release Date: November 20, 2015 [EBook #50509] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BABY-LAND *** - - - - -Produced by Emmy, MWS and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<h1 class="faux">BABY-LAND</h1> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="600" height="689" alt="cover" /> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/title.jpg" width="500" height="594" alt="title" /> -</div> - - - - -<div class="maintitle">BABY-LAND</div> - -<div class="center"> -BY<br /> -<span class="author"><i>Wild-Bird</i></span><br /> -Mrs. Almira L. Corey Frink<br /> -<br /> -<br /> -<br /></div> - -<div class="copyright"> -Edited by<br /> -Olive Bacon Frink<br /> -Denver, Colorado<br /> -<br /> -<i>Copyright, 1911, by Olive Bacon Frink</i><br /> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - - -<h2>Contents</h2> -<div class="tnote"><b>Transcriber's Note:</b> This Table of Contents was created by -the transcriber to assist the reader.</div> - - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> -<tr> -<td align="left">Dedication</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#DEDICATION">2</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">“There’s a Baby Born”</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THERES_A_BABY_BORN">5</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">“Did You Know?”</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#DID_YOU_KNOW">6</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Moon</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_MOON">8</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Baby’s Bed</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BABYS_BED">10</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Babies</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BABIES">12</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Arctic</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_ARCTIC">13</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Baby Noah</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BABY_NOAH">14</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Ocean</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_OCEAN">16</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Keep Warm the Baby’s Feet</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#KEEP_WARM_THE_BABYS_FEET">17</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Forest</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_FOREST">18</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Our Kitty</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#OUR_KITTY">19</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Mother’s Lullaby</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#MOTHERS_LULLABY">20</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Wintergreen Berries</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#WINTERGREEN_BERRIES">21</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Cradle Song of the Rockies</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_CRADLE_SONG_OF_THE_ROCKIES">22</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Cradle Song of the Nile</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_CRADLE_SONG_OF_THE_NILE">23</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Snow-birds</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#SNOW-BIRDS">25</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Miner’s Cradle Song</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_MINERS_CRADLE_SONG">26</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Eve’s Care</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#EVES_CARE">27</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Oriole’s Song</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_ORIOLES_SONG">28</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Oriole</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_ORIOLE">30</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Mother to Her Sleeping Babe</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_MOTHER_TO_HER_SLEEPING_BABE">31</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Baptism</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_BAPTISM">36</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Ode to the Moon</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#ODE_TO_THE_MOON">37</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Moon and Her Star</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_MOON_AND_HER_STAR">39</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Pansies</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#PANSIES">40</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">My Baby</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#MY_BABY">41</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Baby’s Cup</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BABYS_CUP">42</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Be a Baby While You Can</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BE_A_BABY_WHILE_YOU_CAN">43</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Mother Eve</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#MOTHER_EVE">45</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Thrush</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_THRUSH">46</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Baby’s Chilly Ride</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BABYS_CHILLY_RIDE">47</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Baby’s Medicine</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BABYS_MEDICINE">49</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Baby’s Bath</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BABYS_BATH">51</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Farmer’s Cradle Song</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_FARMERS_CRADLE_SONG">52</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Little Fawn</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_LITTLE_FAWN">53</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Our Baby</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#OUR_BABY">55</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lilies</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LILIES">57</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Diver’s Cradle Song</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_DIVERS_CRADLE_SONG">58</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Rising Generation</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_RISING_GENERATION">59</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Why the Babies Went Home</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#WHY_THE_BABIES_WENT_HOME">62</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Blessings of God</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BLESSINGS_OF_GOD">63</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Kindness to All</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#KINDNESS_TO_ALL">65</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Chorus of the Flowers</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#CHORUS_OF_THE_FLOWERS">66</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Cornstalk Chair</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_CORNSTALK_CHAIR">67</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Little Old Baby Clothes</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LITTLE_OLD_BABY_CLOTHES">69</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Roses</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_ROSES">71</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Sun</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_SUN">73</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Earth’s Requiem for the Little Ones</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#EARTHS_REQUIEM_FOR_THE_LITTLE_ONES">74</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Darling Baby</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#DARLING_BABY">75</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Ancient of Days</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_ANCIENT_OF_DAYS">76</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Little Shoes</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LITTLE_SHOES">78</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">There’s an Angel Here</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THERES_AN_ANGEL_HERE">79</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">“Waking Up the Stars”</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#WAKING_UP_THE_STARS">80</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Stars</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_STARS">81</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Roses</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#ROSES">83</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Mother Earth’s Lullaby</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#MOTHER_EARTHS_LULLABY">84</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Lullaby of the Rain-drops</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LULLABY_OF_THE_RAIN-DROPS">86</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Kissing the Sunbeam</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#KISSING_THE_SUNBEAM">88</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Jewel of the Cradle</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#JEWEL_OF_THE_CRADLE">90</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Baby Sweet</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#BABY_SWEET">91</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Angel of the Cradle</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#ANGEL_OF_THE_CRADLE">92</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Let Angels Name It</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#LET_ANGELS_NAME_IT">94</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Two Cradles</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_TWO_CRADLES">96</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">My Darling Unborn</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#MY_DARLING_UNBORN">98</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Our First-Born</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#OUR_FIRST-BORN">100</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">The Mother’s Thoughts on the Death of Her First-Born </td> -<td align="right"><a href="#THE_MOTHERS_THOUGHTS_ON_THE_DEATH_OF">101</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Angel-Twin</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#ANGEL-TWIN">103</a></td> -</tr> - -<tr> -<td align="left">Our Children</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#OUR_CHILDREN">104</a></td> -</tr> -</table> -</div> - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a><br /><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="DEDICATION" id="DEDICATION">DEDICATION</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Father of Lights, to Thee I give</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">These scattered notes; and as they glide</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’er hilltops bright and valleys wide;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’er hamlet, old with penury,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or palace filled with luxury;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’er city and o’er wilderness;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’er hearts in gladness or distress,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O, give them, Lord, Thy smile indeed,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make them like the winged seed,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That spreads on high its silken plumes,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comes softly down, takes root and blooms,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Forever in the heart to live.</div> -<div class="sig"><span class="smcap">Wild-Bird.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a><br /><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THERES_A_BABY_BORN" id="THERES_A_BABY_BORN">“THERE’S A BABY BORN”</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hark! the shining stars are singing,</div> -<div class="verse">And the azure skies are ringing:</div> -<div class="verse">Angels joyful news are bringing,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“There’s a baby born.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Child of Deity, unfolding</div> -<div class="verse">In a form of heavenly molding;</div> -<div class="verse">Endless life in frailest holding,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet as rosy morn!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="DID_YOU_KNOW" id="DID_YOU_KNOW">“DID YOU KNOW?”</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The soft winds played in the summer grove,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the sunlight made aglow,</span></div> -<div class="verse">When a small face peered through the garden gate</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Mong the roses pure as snow:</span></div> -<div class="verse">And in sweet, shy tones came the wondrous words,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“We’ve a baby; did you know?”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The passer-by caught the accents soft,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the words seemed to linger there,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Like the fragrant breath of the sweet June rose</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the summer’s balmy air.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the stranger smiled ’neath his load of cares,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the sunlight seemed to glow</span></div> -<div class="verse">With a brighter beam, as the echoes came,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“We’ve a baby; did you know?”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And all the way from the cottage bright</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where our mother Eve once sung,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The same sweet words have been spoken oft;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the echoes clear have rung</span></div> -<div class="verse">Through the summer glades and upon the hills</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That were wrapped in robes of snow,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The sweet child voices oft have said,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“We’ve a baby; did you know?”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We all forget what our griefs have been,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the toils and tears and strife,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As the wee bright angels come to earth,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just born to an endless life;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the words will fall like a holy thrill,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As adown life’s path we go,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And listen yet to the echoes sweet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“We’ve a baby; did you know?”</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_MOON" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_MOON">LULLABY OF THE MOON</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Softly sway the little cradle;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Softly in the quiet night</span></div> -<div class="verse">Let my pure beams touch the darling,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I kissed Eve’s babies bright.</span></div> -<div class="verse">As I played among the tresses</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of her lovely Abel’s head,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As I poured my floods of silver</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Round her happy ones long fled.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When the grand old Ark was building,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Noah’s babies then I kissed,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And they laughed and cooed their welcome,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When full-orbed I cheered the east.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Through the long and fearful Deluge</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I was hidden from the Ark,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But when cleared away the tempest</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the sky was chill and dark,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then I rose, my lamp full-burning,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pouring silver on the flood,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till the mighty, shoreless ocean,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sparkling, shouted praise to God.</span></div> -<div class="verse">How I watched the Ark while billows</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were returning to their place,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And glad hearts from Noah’s window</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So rejoiced to see my face.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sway the little cradle softly;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let me touch the darling’s cheek.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Every darling, through the ages,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their thoughts to me will speak.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Baby lips for me are smiling;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baby fingers point to me,</span></div> -<div class="verse">When my silver sails spread widest</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the great, blue, silent sea.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BABYS_BED" id="BABYS_BED">BABY’S BED</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Baby’s little bed should be</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">White as drifting snow;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pure and sweet as Heaven’s air,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the soft clouds glow.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Baby’s tiny coverlet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should be lambs’ wool white,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dainty as the pelican,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fluffy, warm and light.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Baby’s pillow should be made</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Light as eider down,</span></div> -<div class="verse">With a cover clean and soft</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As its little gown.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pin a rose upon the wall,</div> -<div class="verse">Something great or small,</div> -<div class="verse">Place where baby’s eyes can see</div> -<div class="verse">In its quiet revery.</div> -<div class="verse">Baby understands the flowers;</div> -<div class="verse">They will cheer its waking hours.</div> -<div class="verse">Place the feathered songster near;</div> -<div class="verse">Let him trill for baby’s ear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Baby understands sweet song,</div> -<div class="verse">With no words of right or wrong.</div> -<div class="verse">Guileless babies. Jesus told</div> -<div class="verse">How, within the Heavenly Fold,</div> -<div class="verse">All the little ones, in grace</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>See our Father’s blessed face.</div> -<div class="verse">There what holy song they learn,</div> -<div class="verse">Ne’er to evil ways to turn.</div> -<div class="verse">Half the soul-buds of the world</div> -<div class="verse">Go to Heaven to be unfurled;</div> -<div class="verse">In that Home where ne’er was heard</div> -<div class="verse">Thought of sin or evil word.</div> -<div class="verse">Baby’s bed is ready now.</div> -<div class="verse">See the gladness light its brow.</div> -<div class="verse">Softly tuck the velvet feet;</div> -<div class="verse">Kiss the dimpled fingers sweet;</div> -<div class="verse">Gently sing a lullaby,</div> -<div class="verse">Till Love shuts its starry eye.</div> -<div class="verse">Baby’s bed’s a sacred place,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Free from every guile.</span></div> -<div class="verse">E’en the weariest of earth</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can but look and smile.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be not proud, the angels there</div> -<div class="verse">Guard the precious one with care,</div> -<div class="verse">And the light from Pearly Gates</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shines across the bed,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where the shining angel waits</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the cradle head.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sweetest vigils we will keep,</div> -<div class="verse">Hush! the darling is asleep.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BABIES" id="BABIES">BABIES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Darling babies, precious babies!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the cradles flocking, flocking;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Little men and little women</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the cradles rocking, rocking.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sweetest baby voices cooing;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dimpled fingers clasping, playing;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Baby smiles and baby glances,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the cradles swaying, swaying.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O! the stars may pale in ashes,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the sun may cease its glowing;</span></div> -<div class="verse">But these new-born souls forever</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must be onward going, going!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bless these tender hearts, O Saviour!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Thy love these loves entwining;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Make them Thine own fadeless jewels.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Thy crown forever shining.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_ARCTIC" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_ARCTIC">LULLABY OF THE ARCTIC</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sleep, baby, sleep;—safe from the storm,</div> -<div class="verse">Hid in thy wrappings downy and warm</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tell all the drifting snow</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tell all the winds that blow,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">That they must softly go;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Baby is here.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sleep, baby, sleep; storm-clouds have fled,</div> -<div class="verse">And not a snow-flake touched baby’s bed!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tell the Aurora bright,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tell all the stars of night,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Send down your cheery light;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Baby is here!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sleep, baby, sleep: God holds the world:</div> -<div class="verse">His starry banner now is unfurled.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hear what the angels say,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sent on their shining way,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">One soul is pure as they;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Baby is here.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BABY_NOAH" id="BABY_NOAH">BABY NOAH</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Mother Lamech’s baby boy</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the bright hammock swung,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And Grandpapa Methuselah</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some cheery anthem sung,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As baby Noah sucked his thumb,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or played with wee pink toes,</span></div> -<div class="verse">He knew not of the flood to come</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all its startling woes.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And when he clapped to see the stars</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Peer through the heavens dark,</span></div> -<div class="verse">He did not know his dimpled hands</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would plan the precious Ark.</span></div> -<div class="verse">He knew not that the baby voice</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then learning “lullaby”</span></div> -<div class="verse">Must yet be by the nations heard,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sent by the King on high;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That he must preach the coming Christ,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Saviour yet to die,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And men would scoff and hate his name</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pass his warnings by;</span></div> -<div class="verse">That violence in all the earth</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would run its riot free,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Until the storm and cyclone came,—</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Avenging powers to be.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And when the birds of morning sang</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The chorus of the groves,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And baby Noah cooed and laughed</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see the bright-winged doves,</span></div> -<div class="verse">He knew not that on Ararat</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other side the Flood,</span></div> -<div class="verse">He would send forth a bird like that</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bring him tidings good.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So we, who shield our little ones</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And guide their baby feet,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Know not the bitter that may come,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or snares hid in the sweet.</span></div> -<div class="verse">We hold their hands and kiss their lips,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We wrap them in our love;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And yet a little while and then</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who’ll guide them when they rove?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lord Jesus, Saviour of the lambs,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bless Thou these little ones;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Teach us, O Lord, that <i>we</i> may teach</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy daughters and Thy sons;</span></div> -<div class="verse">That we may right examples set,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In pleasure or in straits;</span></div> -<div class="verse">That they may in our footsteps go</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And enter Pearly Gates.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_OCEAN" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_OCEAN">LULLABY OF THE OCEAN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest, darling, rest,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On Ocean’s breast,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Millions of star-worlds are mirrored to-night</div> -<div class="verse">Till the great deep is all sparkling with light;</div> -<div class="verse">O the blue sea is a glorious sight,</div> -<div class="verse">Rocking my baby till morning shines bright!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest, baby, rest,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the sea’s breast;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beautiful Deep,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rock us to sleep!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the sea roars,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the storm pours,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the great billows so fearfully reel,</div> -<div class="verse">And the loud thunders burst peal upon peal,</div> -<div class="verse">Jesus, our Lord, lays His hand on the wheel,</div> -<div class="verse">Then the great waves come sobbing and kneel.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest, baby, rest,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the sea’s breast;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beautiful Deep,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rock us to sleep!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="KEEP_WARM_THE_BABYS_FEET" id="KEEP_WARM_THE_BABYS_FEET">KEEP WARM THE BABY’S FEET</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O mother of the darling sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">Keep warm, keep warm the baby’s feet!</div> -<div class="verse">Would you make strong the tiny form,</div> -<div class="verse">Against disease, against the storm,</div> -<div class="verse">Then keep the precious feet most warm!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Countless little graves now hold</div> -<div class="verse">The tiny form within their fold,</div> -<div class="verse">Because in life their feet were cold.</div> -<div class="verse">Then, mother of the darling sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">Keep warm, keep warm the baby’s feet!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_FOREST" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_FOREST">LULLABY OF THE FOREST</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sweet is summer’s breeze</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Through the leafy trees,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where the honeysuckles grow,</div> -<div class="verse">And the violets below</div> -<div class="verse">Open wide their bright blue eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Looking towards the sunny skies.</div> -<div class="verse">Sleep, while gentle south winds blow</div> -<div class="verse">Over blossoms white as snow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now the sunset bird</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">By his trill has stirred</span></div> -<div class="verse">All the evening songsters near;</div> -<div class="verse">What a warbling choir is here!</div> -<div class="verse">And the chorus “Whippoorwill”</div> -<div class="verse">Calls from every vine-clad hill.</div> -<div class="verse">Sleep, while all the birdies sing</div> -<div class="verse">Praises to our Saviour King.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the leafy nest</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Songsters are at rest;</span></div> -<div class="verse">All the little ground birds hide</div> -<div class="verse">’Neath the grassy curtains wide;</div> -<div class="verse">In its well-made mossy bed</div> -<div class="verse">Every squirrel rests its head.</div> -<div class="verse">Sleep, my little precious bud</div> -<div class="verse">From the Paradise of God.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="OUR_KITTY" id="OUR_KITTY">OUR KITTY</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Kitty was playing with one little ball,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A ball that was hung on a string;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Its bright eyes were dancing in merriest glee,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Watching how far it would swing.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And dear little puss, as quick as a dart,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would dash it, when near her it swung;</span></div> -<div class="verse">But kitty could only laugh out of her eyes,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For joy that a ball could be strung.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O frolicsome kitty! Say, why did you come</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where somebody often gets cross?</span></div> -<div class="verse">You don’t know what rough words may meet you in life,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When there’s not a play-ball to toss!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Then Truth answered me in a sweet, loving tone,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said that wee kitty had come</span></div> -<div class="verse">To teach little children to ever be kind</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tender to pets in the home.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The velvet is soft on the small, fragile paws;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And if it with gentleness meet,</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Tis seldom that any will know it has claws,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or learn there are pins in its feet.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And kitty is come to show us a way</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To work for a wonderful thing;</span></div> -<div class="verse">When lions and lambs together shall play,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all hearts together shall sing!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="MOTHERS_LULLABY" id="MOTHERS_LULLABY">MOTHER’S LULLABY</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Never fear, darling, nor start at a sound;</div> -<div class="verse">Mother’s arm foldeth thee tenderly ’round.</div> -<div class="verse">Mother’s heart beats for thee; rest on it, love;</div> -<div class="verse">Mother’s voice sings for thee, soft as a dove.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Go to sleep, baby, and grow to be strong.</div> -<div class="verse">Mother will teach thee a beautiful song;</div> -<div class="verse">Beautiful song that together we’ll sing</div> -<div class="verse">In the Bright Land, that forever is Spring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O soft, little feet, lie still in the wrap,</div> -<div class="verse">For ten little toes are needing a nap;</div> -<div class="verse">One little hand reaches up for a kiss;</div> -<div class="verse">Baby can’t sleep without mother’s caress!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But mother is worn and weary to-night,</div> -<div class="verse">Go to sleep, baby, till morning is bright.</div> -<div class="verse">Mother wakes easy; don’t fear if she nod;</div> -<div class="verse">For nobody loves like mother and God.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="WINTERGREEN_BERRIES" id="WINTERGREEN_BERRIES">WINTERGREEN BERRIES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">’Twas a cold, rough day</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">As we sped away</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the grand old Michigan woods;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the forest flowers,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">’Mid the windy hours,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hid back in their wee, warm hoods.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">But we searched the ground,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the red drops found</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Neath their shining parasols green;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Two or three on a stem,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Each a round, ruby gem,</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Neath coverts of emerald sheen.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">O little, bright globes!</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">In your wee, red robes,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And hid under sweet, scented leaves,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">O why do you grow,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hid away till the snow</span></div> -<div class="verse">Its great white coverlet weaves?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">But the berries cried,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">“We were made to hide,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till the dear, little hands shall come</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bear us away</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For their own sweet play,</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the corner of some glad home.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_CRADLE_SONG_OF_THE_ROCKIES" id="THE_CRADLE_SONG_OF_THE_ROCKIES">THE CRADLE SONG OF THE ROCKIES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Father has gone to the mountains for gold</div> -<div class="verse">Hid for his baby for ages untold;</div> -<div class="verse">He will come home when the wind bloweth cold,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Calling for baby.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brother has gone to the mountains to seek</div> -<div class="verse">Quartz-gems as rosy as baby’s bright cheek;</div> -<div class="verse">He will bring topaz from valley and peak,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Calling for baby.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sister has gone to the mountains to bring</div> -<div class="verse">All the bright blossoms that wake in the spring;</div> -<div class="verse">She will come, blithe as the birdies that sing,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Calling for baby.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If we forget thou are lent from the skies,</div> -<div class="verse">Angels may come from the Father All-Wise,</div> -<div class="verse">With a great love shining out of their eyes,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Calling for baby.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_CRADLE_SONG_OF_THE_NILE" id="THE_CRADLE_SONG_OF_THE_NILE">THE CRADLE SONG OF THE NILE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Lullaby, darling one; now you will ride</div> -<div class="verse">On the Nile waters so quiet and wide.</div> -<div class="verse">Let no one say my baby has cried</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">There in the rushes.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus said a mother, and offered a prayer,</div> -<div class="verse">As the small ark floated daintily there;</div> -<div class="verse">Leaving to God and His tenderest care</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The cradle of rushes.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who is now come to the river to lave?</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! ’tis the king’s daughter lovely and brave;</div> -<div class="verse">Bidding her maidens bring in from the wave</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The cradle of rushes.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pharaoh’s fair daughter bends low to caress:</div> -<div class="verse">“Hushaby, pretty one! give me a kiss;—</div> -<div class="verse">Who ever saw such a cradle as this,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Built out of rushes!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Go! call a Hebrew to nurse it for me:—</div> -<div class="verse">Sing a glad song till it laughs in its glee.</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis well I was first the sweet cherub to see,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hid in the rushes.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Dress it in raiment of loveliest dyes;</div> -<div class="verse">Pharaoh’s great gems are not bright as its eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">This is the king’s daughter’s beautiful prize,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Found in the rushes.”</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="SNOW-BIRDS" id="SNOW-BIRDS">SNOW-BIRDS</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Birdies dancing on the snow,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Merry as if this were June;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the little wiry feet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Skipping to the gayest tune;</span></div> -<div class="verse">With no stockings and no shoes,</div> -<div class="verse">Chirping forth the morning news.</div> -<div class="verse">O, you’ll freeze your tiny feet</div> -<div class="verse">While you chipper glad and sweet!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Freeze?” they chipper, “no, for we</div> -<div class="verse">Are the snow-birds, don’t you see?</div> -<div class="verse">This is telling our delight</div> -<div class="verse">For the morning golden-bright,</div> -<div class="verse">As we breakfast on the seeds</div> -<div class="verse">Gathered from the old dry weeds.</div> -<div class="verse">Does your song of praises flow</div> -<div class="verse">Glad, as we chirp on the snow?”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_MINERS_CRADLE_SONG" id="THE_MINERS_CRADLE_SONG">THE MINER’S CRADLE SONG</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dig a little farther; baby needs a hood,</div> -<div class="verse">Cloak, and shoes, and blanket,—everything that’s good.</div> -<div class="verse">Dig a little farther; never say despair,</div> -<div class="verse">While the little darling needs a dress and chair.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sell the watch for candles, make the lantern burn;</div> -<div class="verse">Soon we’ll strike the treasure with a glad return.</div> -<div class="verse">Dig a little farther; show us, Lord, the way!</div> -<div class="verse">For the precious baby we will dig and pray.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sharpen pick and shovel; see that rope is strong;</div> -<div class="verse">Turn the windlass careful, lest you hush the song</div> -<div class="verse">By the little cradle where the baby sleeps,</div> -<div class="verse">And God’s loving angel ceaseless vigil keeps!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="EVES_CARE" id="EVES_CARE">EVE’S CARE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Eve kept her babies carefully warm,</div> -<div class="verse">Safe from the evening chill, safe from the storm;</div> -<div class="verse">As the Lord made of skins a garment for her,</div> -<div class="verse">Eve must have known that the babes needed fur;</div> -<div class="verse">Cloaks lined with ermine and fluffiest goods,</div> -<div class="verse">Wraps fringed with camel’s hair; eider down hoods.</div> -<div class="verse">O, to have seen the sweet darlings of Eve</div> -<div class="verse">Would have been a great lesson, we well may believe!</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_ORIOLES_SONG" id="THE_ORIOLES_SONG">THE ORIOLE’S SONG</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Dear little orioles rocked in the tree</div> -<div class="verse">By the sweet summer winds, waiting for me;</div> -<div class="verse">Waiting for mother the supper to bring;</div> -<div class="verse">O baby orioles, father will sing!</div> -<div class="verse">Father will sing as he sits on the bough,</div> -<div class="verse">Watching his babies wait supper just now.</div> -<div class="verse">Dear little downy brood, hearing the tune</div> -<div class="verse">All the bright Baltimores warble in June.</div> -<div class="verse">You must wear hoods of soft feathery black,</div> -<div class="verse">With a dark cape coming over your back.</div> -<div class="verse">The front of your dress must be of bright gold,</div> -<div class="verse">Almost vermilion, like father’s of old.</div> -<div class="verse">With feathers white-edged on both little wings;</div> -<div class="verse">That’s what the oriole wears when he sings.</div> -<div class="verse">His stockings are azure, the same that they wore</div> -<div class="verse">In the bright orchestra close to Eve’s door!</div> -<div class="verse">We never change style; the old one is best:</div> -<div class="verse">Given of Him Who our forefathers dressed;</div> -<div class="verse">Days before Eve placed a rose in her hair,</div> -<div class="verse">The same golden red did the orioles wear.</div> -<div class="verse">The world is so restless, so hungry for change;</div> -<div class="verse">Its plans are like billows that o’er the sea range:</div> -<div class="verse">It alters its patterns, its habits and words;</div> -<div class="verse">And what would they do were it not for the birds!</div> -<div class="verse">If we don’t praise Him, and sing when we can,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>There’ll be a chorus left out of His plan.</div> -<div class="verse">And when He looks down on the oriole’s tree,</div> -<div class="verse">There must go up a sweet warble from me.</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis all I can give Him for nest on the bough;</div> -<div class="verse">The song that He taught me, I’m singing it now.</div> -<div class="verse">Dear baby orioles, learn to sing this;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis the sweet song of the Eden of bliss!</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_ORIOLE" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_ORIOLE">LULLABY OF THE ORIOLE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your nest is all built, and your birdies are there,</div> -<div class="verse">Hidden away from the draughts of the air;</div> -<div class="verse">O pretty songster of garden and glen,</div> -<div class="verse">Whistle again, birdie, whistle again!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 7em;">“Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who taught you to build such a wonderful nest?</div> -<div class="verse">There you may rock all the night in your rest,</div> -<div class="verse">Swung by the breezes till morn cometh, then,</div> -<div class="verse">Whistle again, birdie, whistle again!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 7em;">“Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O, pretty oriole, where is your mate?</div> -<div class="verse">Still he is searching and breakfast is late.</div> -<div class="verse">Call him from hill-top, call him from glen;</div> -<div class="verse">Whistle again, birdie, whistle again!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 7em;">“Yapou-yapou! ha-ha! he-he!”</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_MOTHER_TO_HER_SLEEPING_BABE" id="THE_MOTHER_TO_HER_SLEEPING_BABE">THE MOTHER TO HER SLEEPING BABE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Drink, little love,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pearly stream</span></div> -<div class="verse">No eye can see</div> -<div class="verse">That flows for thee;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drink, love, and dream.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sweet baby thought,</div> -<div class="verse">Fresh and untaught,</div> -<div class="verse">Bright-winged and free,</div> -<div class="verse">Glide on and see</div> -<div class="verse">The golden beams,</div> -<div class="verse">And silvery streams;</div> -<div class="verse">The budding flowers</div> -<div class="verse">And starry bowers</div> -<div class="verse">That glow and gleam</div> -<div class="verse">In baby’s dream.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Drink, little love.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy mother’s eye,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Like yonder star</div> -<div class="verse">That shines afar</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In azure sky,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is bent on thee</div> -<div class="verse">Each smile to see;</div> -<div class="verse">Each want to fill;</div> -<div class="verse">Each fear to still;</div> -<div class="verse">And give thee rest</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>Upon her breast.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her throbbing heart</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beats to the song</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her lips prolong.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Should baby start</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From fearful dream,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fresher stream</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of song will rise</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From mother then,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till baby’s eyes</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Close soft again.</span></div> -<div class="verse">O little one,</div> -<div class="verse">Life just begun,</div> -<div class="verse">Bud newly born,</div> -<div class="verse">Life’s early morn,</div> -<div class="verse">Harp newly strung,</div> -<div class="verse">Song never sung,</div> -<div class="verse">Angel unknown,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou art my own!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Saviour, behold,</div> -<div class="verse">Dearer than gold</div> -<div class="verse">This pearl of love</div> -<div class="verse">From God above:</div> -<div class="verse">Priceless and pure,</div> -<div class="verse">Gem to endure.</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>Lord, it is Thine;</div> -<div class="verse">O make it shine</div> -<div class="verse">With jewels there</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In holy light,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And let me see</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its glow so bright,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where glories bloom</div> -<div class="verse">Beyond the tomb.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sleep, little one!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll cradle thee</span></div> -<div class="verse">Upon my breast.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou art to be</span></div> -<div class="verse">A glorious saint</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the throne;</span></div> -<div class="verse">To sing and praise</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our Lord, our own.</span></div> -<div class="verse">I know it now;</div> -<div class="verse">Upon this brow</div> -<div class="verse">I press so oft</div> -<div class="verse">With kisses soft,</div> -<div class="verse">A crown of light</div> -<div class="verse">Will glitter bright;</div> -<div class="verse">Forever then</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll love thee, when</div> -<div class="verse">On that glad shore,</div> -<div class="verse">To part no more,</div> -<div class="verse">I clasp my love</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>Safe, safe above.</div> -<div class="verse">The covenant</div> -<div class="verse">Is sure, if I,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With faithful hold</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And courage bold,</span></div> -<div class="verse">To Christ draw nigh</div> -<div class="verse">And teach thy heart</div> -<div class="verse">The better part.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sleep, little love:</div> -<div class="verse">Thy tiny feet</div> -<div class="verse">Are yet to tread</div> -<div class="verse">The golden street.</div> -<div class="verse">And thou wilt glide</div> -<div class="verse">With angel bands</div> -<div class="verse">’Mong starry worlds</div> -<div class="verse">In fadeless lands;</div> -<div class="verse">And praising God</div> -<div class="verse">With harp and voice,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy mother’s soul</div> -<div class="verse">Shall then rejoice.</div> -<div class="verse">O then these years</div> -<div class="verse">Of pain and tears</div> -<div class="verse">Will all be fled!</div> -<div class="verse">Rest, little head,</div> -<div class="verse">While shadows come</div> -<div class="verse">About our home;</div> -<div class="verse">And stars of night</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>Shine down so bright,</div> -<div class="verse">From that sweet place</div> -<div class="verse">Where angels sing</div> -<div class="verse">Of truth and grace.</div> -<div class="verse">On tireless wing</div> -<div class="verse">We, too, will rise,</div> -<div class="verse">O darling one!</div> -<div class="verse">To yonder skies,—</div> -<div class="verse">The victory won,</div> -<div class="verse">The journey done;</div> -<div class="verse">With joy to stand,</div> -<div class="verse">Hand clasped in hand,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the heights</div> -<div class="verse">Of true delights,</div> -<div class="verse">Where music flows</div> -<div class="verse">In deathless stream;</div> -<div class="verse">And want and woes,</div> -<div class="verse">And chilling snows,</div> -<div class="verse">Like thy short dream,</div> -<div class="verse">Forever past;</div> -<div class="verse">Where Jesus Blest</div> -<div class="verse">Shall lead the throng;</div> -<div class="verse">And that sweet song</div> -<div class="verse">Of dying love</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll sing above.</div> -<div class="verse">Rest, babe of bliss,</div> -<div class="verse">On my fond breast;</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet is thy kiss:</div> -<div class="verse">O I am blest!</div> -<div class="verse">Angel unknown,</div> -<div class="verse">Lord, ’tis Thine own!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_BAPTISM" id="THE_BAPTISM">THE BAPTISM</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">This sweet little Lily, this babe of our love,</div> -<div class="verse">This gift of our Father in glory above,—</div> -<div class="verse">O Crucified Saviour, we bring her to Thee</div> -<div class="verse">To make her as pure as the lily to be;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Spirit attend her, nor leave her alone.</div> -<div class="verse">O make her to love Thee and seal her Thine own!</div> -<div class="verse">Thus may she forever dwell close to Thy breast,</div> -<div class="verse">And enter all blood-washed, the Heavenly Rest.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="ODE_TO_THE_MOON" id="ODE_TO_THE_MOON">ODE TO THE MOON</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pretty Moon, do you remember</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What was Eve’s first lullaby,</span></div> -<div class="verse">When she swung the little hammock</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the bird-songs floated by,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you smiled down from the sky?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lovely Moon, do you remember</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What was Noah’s anthem sweet</span></div> -<div class="verse">That they sang upon the Deluge</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the storms had ceased to beat,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the stars looked down to greet?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lovely Moon, do you remember</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That sweet song the angels sung</span></div> -<div class="verse">When the shepherds of Judea</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sang a song for every tongue,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And through heaven and earth it rung?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lovely Moon, you’ve seen these glories:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through the ages thy calm smile</span></div> -<div class="verse">Silent keeps the wondrous stories</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hidden from our eyes awhile,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As we walk this starry isle.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And your lamp is ever burning,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though the clouds it from us hide;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Your fair face is always shining,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ever since Eve was a bride</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the earth one homestead wide.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lovely Moon, the baby loves you:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Light with silver floods the mist,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Light the clouds that try to hide you,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sea and plain and mountain crest;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All things smile that thou dost kiss.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_MOON_AND_HER_STAR" id="THE_MOON_AND_HER_STAR">THE MOON AND HER STAR</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some evenings fair, there comes a star</div> -<div class="verse">To cite the beauteous moon afar,</div> -<div class="verse">And travel close to her bright car;</div> -<div class="verse">List’ning glad to the song she sings;</div> -<div class="verse">Watching her spread her silver wings;</div> -<div class="verse">Learning a chorus to her song;</div> -<div class="verse">Trimming his lamp as he speeds along.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whether with oars he paddles the blue,</div> -<div class="verse">Or whether on lightning wings he flew,—</div> -<div class="verse">Whether he goes in a boat or car,</div> -<div class="verse">I cannot see, for he is so far.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="PANSIES" id="PANSIES">PANSIES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Bright the lovely pansies blossomed,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some in purple and in gold;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And I wondered at their courage,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Facing storms of cloud and cold.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Then I asked them of their mission,—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why they came to bless the world;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And they laughed and shook the dew-drops</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From their velvet leaves unfurled,</span></div> -<div class="verse">“Oh!” they cried, “we’ve many missions,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the gladdest of them all</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is to cheer the little children,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gleam out from fingers small;</span></div> -<div class="verse">To shine forth thoughts of God awhile,</div> -<div class="verse">And draw from baby lips a smile.”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="MY_BABY" id="MY_BABY">MY BABY</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Little pink toes, five in a row,</div> -<div class="verse">With a soft, velvet patter they go;</div> -<div class="verse">But that velvet patter is music to me,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;"><i>My</i> baby, <i>my</i> baby!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh, ten little, pearly-pink toes,</div> -<div class="verse">Always go running in two little rows!</div> -<div class="verse">Each is a beautiful jewel to me,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;"><i>My</i> baby, <i>my</i> baby!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BABYS_CUP" id="BABYS_CUP">BABY’S CUP</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A draught of good fresh milk, though drank</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From earthen, tin or pewter,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is Nature’s food and medicine,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ever will recruit her</span></div> -<div class="verse">Better than all inventions served</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In cups of golden lining.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If baby should need aught beside</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The precious milk, pearl-shining,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Then give it but the blood of grapes</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fresh-pressed from grape or raisin;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Blest cup for all the weak and strong;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blest cup for every season.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BE_A_BABY_WHILE_YOU_CAN" id="BE_A_BABY_WHILE_YOU_CAN">BE A BABY WHILE YOU CAN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O little man, little man,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the cradle rocking,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Soon to study and to plan,</div> -<div class="verse">Soon to cipher, parse and scan,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At door of wisdom knocking;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Measuring the mountains high</div> -<div class="verse">And the worlds that stud the sky,—</div> -<div class="verse">Sleep and rest, you little man,</div> -<div class="verse">Be a baby while you can;</div> -<div class="verse">Gather strength to lead the van.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Baby darling, woman wee,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the cradle rocking,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Soon to study and to plan,</div> -<div class="verse">Soon to cipher, parse and scan;</div> -<div class="verse">Measuring the mountains high,</div> -<div class="verse">And the worlds that star the sky;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon to mend the stocking,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Learning then to sew and bake,</div> -<div class="verse">Also fashion and to make.</div> -<div class="verse">Dainty baby-fingers, rest;</div> -<div class="verse">Soon they’ll need to do their best.</div> -<div class="verse">Dream that all the world is true,</div> -<div class="verse">Pure as yonder starry-blue;</div> -<div class="verse">Look at angels while you sleep;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>See God’s foot-prints in the deep:</div> -<div class="verse">All the baby hearts are His,</div> -<div class="verse">And they “see Him as He is.”</div> -<div class="verse">Be a baby while you can;</div> -<div class="verse">Gather strength to lead the van.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="MOTHER_EVE" id="MOTHER_EVE">MOTHER EVE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">O Mother Eve, do you never look</div> -<div class="verse">From the Pearly Gates to the starry nook,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, glimmering here in the spangled blue,</div> -<div class="verse">The world shines out that was once for you,—</div> -<div class="verse">The dear old home of the Eden bowers</div> -<div class="verse">Where first you lived ’mong the birds and flowers?</div> -<div class="verse">As you look down on the babies dear,</div> -<div class="verse">And see their woes and their crying hear,</div> -<div class="verse">As fed with the food for babies not made,</div> -<div class="verse">The cheeks grow pale, and the bright hopes fade,—</div> -<div class="verse">Does your heart cry out, “Not so! Not so</div> -<div class="verse">Must the babe be fed to be strong and grow:</div> -<div class="verse">Milk, precious milk, is the wee one’s food,</div> -<div class="verse">To strengthen the bones and nourish the blood!”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_THRUSH" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_THRUSH">LULLABY OF THE THRUSH</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Little brown thrush, are you singing for me,</div> -<div class="verse">Pouring your song from the crest of the tree?</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! I’m not worthy of such a sweet tune,</div> -<div class="verse">Poured from the tree-tops bright mornings in June.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet warble for me, warble for me!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O, if you’ll sing for me, little brown thrush,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll build a nest for you, lined with soft plush;</div> -<div class="verse">“Ah, that’s not nice enough,” that’s what you say,</div> -<div class="verse">Waving your pretty wings, soaring away.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O warble for me, warble for me!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Little brown thrush, then come, build your own nest</div> -<div class="verse">Of fine straw and silk, and things you like best;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll scatter the down for you, under the tree,</div> -<div class="verse">To line the nest warm, if you’ll warble for me.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O warble for me, warble for me!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BABYS_CHILLY_RIDE" id="BABYS_CHILLY_RIDE">BABY’S CHILLY RIDE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Cool the winds were rustling</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the light was paling,</span></div> -<div class="verse">For the sun was hidden</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a fleecy veiling.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Trundling down the sidewalk</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A baby’s carriage rolled,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Canopied with azure</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dainty every fold.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sat the little stranger</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet as lily white;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The cap of gauzy ruffle</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let in air and light.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The little wrap was tasteful,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet ’twas all too thin;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The cloak was not a warm one</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wrap a baby in.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There it sat,—the angel!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not saying, “I am cold.”</span></div> -<div class="verse">I knew that face of beauty</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would ne’er on earth grow old.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By all my mother-instincts</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mother-wisdom given,</span></div> -<div class="verse">I knew that precious baby</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was on the road to Heaven.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I thought of half-fledged birdies,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sparrow and the starling;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And longed to wrap my mantle</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">About the baby darling.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But on the little carriage</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rolled, with its precious freight,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As if in haste to land it</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within the Pearly Gate.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Had baby been a dolly,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With lifeless locks of flax;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And had its form been molded</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of porcelain or wax,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fragile cap so gauzy,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dainty cloak so thin,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Had been enough of clothing</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wrap the dolly in.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But flesh and blood of babies</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Need something warmer far,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or soon the priceless jewel</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like evening’s beauteous star</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Will soon shine far above us;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And baby’s precious feet</span></div> -<div class="verse">Will walk among the angels</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the Golden Street.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BABYS_MEDICINE" id="BABYS_MEDICINE">BABY’S MEDICINE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! always give to the baby’s mouth</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The things God made for food;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The precious milk or the grape’s fresh juice,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Things that the Lord calls “good.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Blind Folly searched through the east and west,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aye, searched from north to south,</span></div> -<div class="verse">To find great drugs of healing power</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To put in the baby’s mouth.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But they searched in vain! and day and night,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like flocks of birds, towards Heaven</span></div> -<div class="verse">The babies went, for they could not stay</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the cruel drugs were given.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And never put to the baby’s lips</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The food for the stronger made;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or you may weep with a broken heart</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By its cold bed in the glade.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Feed it food for the babies made,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dress it warm and clean;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Give it the purest air to breathe,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the sunlight’s golden sheen.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like the lilies fair, like the sweet June rose</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then shall the baby grow;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the smile of Heaven like a halo rest</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the angel lent below.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Give it the love of a holy heart</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That plans for the life beyond;</span></div> -<div class="verse">That mingles prayer with the daily work,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And song with caresses fond;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That sweet, glad song that forever lies</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the heart as the years sweep on;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And tells of the love God has for us,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the gift of His only Son.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BABYS_BATH" id="BABYS_BATH">BABY’S BATH</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">If you’ve got it right, there’s a smile on his lips—</div> -<div class="verse">That water must cover his fat little hips,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Coming quite up to his waist.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Don’t make him laugh! he will splash if you do,</div> -<div class="verse">And learn naughty ways, and be troublesome too;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be quiet; don’t be in haste!</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">But if you would be sure</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of the temperature,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Put your own elbow into the bath.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_FARMERS_CRADLE_SONG" id="THE_FARMERS_CRADLE_SONG">THE FARMER’S CRADLE SONG</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, little rain-drops, patter on the corn;</div> -<div class="verse">Come, little sunbeams, bright in rosy morn;</div> -<div class="verse">Shine on the wheat-fields, make them golden-sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">Ready for the brown bread, baby wants to eat.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, little dew-drops, make the apples grow,</div> -<div class="verse">Bellflower and russet, bright with sunset glow.</div> -<div class="verse">Come, cloud and sunshine, make the rainbow bright,</div> -<div class="verse">While the grapes’ sweet clusters laugh in delight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O, blessed Father, give enough for all!</div> -<div class="verse">Bread for the millions, little folks and tall;</div> -<div class="verse">Fruits for the wide world, bringing hope and health,</div> -<div class="verse">Milk and golden butter; ’tis the farmer’s wealth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! blessed Saviour, with the bounty sweet</div> -<div class="verse">Make the people praise Thee when they come to eat.</div> -<div class="verse">May the little children lisp a loving prayer</div> -<div class="verse">For the countless blessings, and Thy tender care.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When sweet Hosannas by all cradles rise,</div> -<div class="verse">When love of Jesus shines from children’s eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">Then earth and Heaven in one glad song will sing,</div> -<div class="verse">“In the highest, Glory to our Saviour King!”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_FAWN" id="THE_LITTLE_FAWN">THE LITTLE FAWN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There in the summer woodland,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down in the quiet glade,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hid in a leafy thicket,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is a little fawn in the shade.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And the wildwood moss is growing</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">About its dry leaf bed;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the vine of the forest swaying</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its blossoms overhead.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The mother roe comes often</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To nurse her baby deer;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And she listens, listens, listens,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lest some bold foot come near.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There she dreams with her baby,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till birds of the early dawn</span></div> -<div class="verse">Wake the mother from slumber</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To nurse her dear little fawn.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who made the glad mother,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who made the wee fawn?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Who made the bright birdies</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sing at the dawn?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The same Who made baby,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The same Who made me;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Who calls us and calls us</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His loved ones to be.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="OUR_BABY" id="OUR_BABY">OUR BABY</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What do you think that the kitty did</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When baby was two weeks old,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And her eyes were dark, of a pansy blue,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her hair half brown, half gold?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Kit put her paws on the baby’s feet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And looked into baby’s eyes;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And baby looked into kitty’s face</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a curious surprise.</span></div> -<div class="verse">She thought that puss was a funny folk,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Half black, and yellow half;</span></div> -<div class="verse">With eyes of shining greenish gold;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it made the baby laugh.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What do you think that the birdies said</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the garden ’mong the trees,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As they ate of the berries growing there,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sang in the summer breeze,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And built their nests on the leafy boughs</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the baby’s eyes could see?</span></div> -<div class="verse">They sang the words that the baby loved;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Twitter-dee, twitter-dee-dee-dee.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And what do you think that the baby did,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they gathered white sprays, shining,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And made a hedge of the cradle side?</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A hedge with a white-star lining?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Why, baby sat like a little queen,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the midst of the circling bower,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And smiled as if it were Eden sweet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she never crushed a flower!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And what do you think that the bright stars did,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the baby peered through the curtain,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And peered again with a longing look,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be sure they were shining, certain?</span></div> -<div class="verse">The stars just twinkled and twinkled there,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they did to Eve’s own darlings,</span></div> -<div class="verse">When their dimpled fingers pointed up</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To stars of the cloudless evenings.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And how do you think that the baby looked,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As we took her out at sunset,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And set her down ’mong the tall ripe oats</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">(’Twas before the earth was dew-wet),</span></div> -<div class="verse">The baby looked at the golden oats</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Above and around her growing,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And high up into God’s blue sky,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if somebody there were knowing</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All about what a place she found</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the nodding oats were playing,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And she sweetly smiled in her mother’s face,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As that mother’s heart was praying;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Praying there for her darling one,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That her little feet might never</span></div> -<div class="verse">Turn aside from the path that leads</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where Christ is the Joy forever.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LILIES" id="LILIES">LILIES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">When I wandered ’mong the lilies,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over hill and down the dale;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And some bloomed in brilliant scarlet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Others pure as snowy veil,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Spread their fragrance on the breeze.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I asked them why they came;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And each blossom smiled to tell me</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That to speak of His dear name</span></div> -<div class="verse">They had raised their fairest banners,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Banners that the children seek,</span></div> -<div class="verse">With a shout of baby gladness</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lighting heart and eye and cheek.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_DIVERS_CRADLE_SONG" id="THE_DIVERS_CRADLE_SONG">THE DIVER’S CRADLE SONG</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, little diver now under the sea,</div> -<div class="verse">Bring up a crown of bright jewels to me.</div> -<div class="verse">Bring me the coral, the sea-weed, the shell;</div> -<div class="verse">Bring the anemones there in the dell,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">While baby’s awake.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, little diver now under the sea,</div> -<div class="verse">Gather the mosses and bring them to me.</div> -<div class="verse">Find a sea-butterfly in the blue wave;</div> -<div class="verse">Get me the pearls that are hid in the cave,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">While baby’s awake.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, little diver deep under the sea;</div> -<div class="verse">Find a bright star-fish and fetch it to me.</div> -<div class="verse">I want a gurnet and sea-urchin, too;</div> -<div class="verse">Come, little diver, we’re waiting for you,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">While baby’s awake.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Waiting for you, and how long shall we wait?</div> -<div class="verse">Golden stars gleam on the billowy gate.</div> -<div class="verse">Why do you stay in the coral to sleep?</div> -<div class="verse">Gather the jewels and rise from the deep,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">While baby’s awake.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah, little diver, you’ve tarried so long!</div> -<div class="verse">Baby’s soft eyelids droop low in the song:</div> -<div class="verse">See how the bright fingers rest on her cheek;</div> -<div class="verse">Whatever you bring, little diver, don’t speak,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Lest baby awake.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_RISING_GENERATION" id="THE_RISING_GENERATION">THE RISING GENERATION</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See ten thousand cradles swaying</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With their burdens to and fro;</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the vales and on the mountains,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tropics warm and fields of snow;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Every land and tribe and people</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hears the little new-born voice;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sees the rising generation</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In its early thoughts rejoice.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shivering Greenland has these treasures,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wrapt in furs with tender care.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sunny India fans her birdlings</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the warm and balmy air,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the spicy isles shed sweetness</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Round the little cherished bed:</span></div> -<div class="verse">From pole to pole the mother’s bosom</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pillows soft her darling’s head.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Little velvet hands are playing;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little dimpled fingers move;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Little restless feet are nestling;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little ruby lips of love</span></div> -<div class="verse">All throughout the world are smiling:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Precious baby hearts are light;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Wondering at surrounding objects,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thinking all the world is bright.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then the countless groups of children</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sporting as they glide along</span></div> -<div class="verse">The stream of life, while bird and rillet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Interweave their cheerful song</span></div> -<div class="verse">With sweetest notes; and childhood’s hours</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seem like a morning of delight</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where gardens bloom with fairest flowers,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glittering with the dews of night.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! the rising generation</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon will rule throughout the world,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the thoughts we daily teach them</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon like banners be unfurled;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Soon our words and tones be copied,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And like seeds spring up again,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Swaying future generations,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Molding hearts and voices then:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And again be scattered broadcast,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And again in harvest rise.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Teach us, Lord, Thy perfect wisdom:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Make our hearts and lips and eyes</span></div> -<div class="verse">To speak forth tenderness and love.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Make the very tone of voice</span></div> -<div class="verse">The index to the will subdued,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Telling, “We in Christ rejoice.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Give us faith and peace unshaken;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In each parent’s heart implant</span></div> -<div class="verse">The fear of God, to guard and quicken,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till each thought with God is blent;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till His glorious presence fills</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With sweet peace no words can tell,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And we can every cross endure,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seeing Him invisible.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like Moses then the parent’s face</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall tell what patience Jesus gives;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And little wond’ring hearts will trace</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The path to where Immanuel lives.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And little children yearn to know</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sweetness of the Saviour’s love.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then, then the world will turn to God.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then children pray with earnest soul;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The clouds of unbelief will flee,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And light shall spread from pole to pole,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As millions bear the Gospel on</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scatter Day-beams through the earth,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till all the nations shall arise</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rejoicing in immortal birth.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That glorious day my soul shall see;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perchance on earth, or looking forth</span></div> -<div class="verse">From Heaven’s heights of amethyst</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rejoicing o’er the ransomed earth.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Rise, Christian, rise. Wake, parent, wake.</div> -<div class="verse">The Rising Generation calls;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go onward and proclaim the road.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="WHY_THE_BABIES_WENT_HOME" id="WHY_THE_BABIES_WENT_HOME">WHY THE BABIES WENT HOME</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The other side the Pearly Gates</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have a myriad babies gone</span></div> -<div class="verse">Because their robes were all too thin</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the chilly eve and dawn.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or the little shoes were cold and damp</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the wet grass of the lawn.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The other side the Pearly Gates</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have a myriad babies fled</span></div> -<div class="verse">Because in the tender baby-days</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were given flesh and bread,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Though God made milk, the delicious milk</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the babies to be fed.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The other side the Pearly Gates</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A myriad babies went,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Because no sweet love greeted them</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the hours when they were sent;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the way was all too hard and cold</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the little ones God lent.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The other side the Pearly Gates</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">God made the loveliest place</span></div> -<div class="verse">For the wee ones come back to Him;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they always “see His face.”</span></div> -<div class="verse">The sweetest joys of heaven are theirs,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the Home of endless grace.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BLESSINGS_OF_GOD" id="BLESSINGS_OF_GOD">BLESSINGS OF GOD</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God made the milk to be</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Creamy and sweet,</span></div> -<div class="verse">For all of His children</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To drink and to eat.</span></div> -<div class="verse">To make all His frail ones</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grow happy and strong,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Give them the precious milk</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet as a song.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God made the golden corn,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">God made the wheat,</span></div> -<div class="verse">For bread and for puddings;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rich plenty to eat.</span></div> -<div class="verse">The rice and the barley,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rye and the oats;</span></div> -<div class="verse">O let us thank Him</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In happier notes!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God made the fruits to grow</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Luscious and sweet,</span></div> -<div class="verse">For all His dear children</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To drink and to eat.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Never ferment them;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For then from the rot</span></div> -<div class="verse">Springs forth the poison!</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taste of it not!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fresh from the fruit bottles</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seal it away;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sink it in waters cold;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hide it in clay.</span></div> -<div class="verse">There ’twill keep fresh and sweet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Harmless as new.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Harmless as ripened grapes</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sparkling with dew.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="KINDNESS_TO_ALL" id="KINDNESS_TO_ALL">KINDNESS TO ALL</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">A record is kept of all things upon earth.</div> -<div class="verse">And even the kitty that sleeps on the hearth</div> -<div class="verse">Has its own rights to our kindness and care,</div> -<div class="verse">As long as it lives. And no one should dare</div> -<div class="verse">To think all he owes is a kick and a “Scat!”</div> -<div class="verse">To poor little pussy because she’s a cat.</div> -<div class="verse">And if she must die, let it be by the way</div> -<div class="verse">That gives the least pain, is what Mercy would say.</div> -<div class="verse">Be kind to all creatures; our heart tells us why.</div> -<div class="verse">And he who cares not for the sufferer’s cry</div> -<div class="verse">Shall himself call in vain when the terror is nigh;</div> -<div class="verse">He who cares not for pain of man, beast or bird</div> -<div class="verse">Shall yet cry “himself and never be heard.”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="CHORUS_OF_THE_FLOWERS" id="CHORUS_OF_THE_FLOWERS">CHORUS OF THE FLOWERS</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">There came a chorus from the vales and hills;</div> -<div class="verse">From plains and mountains, and the rippling rills.</div> -<div class="verse">Where’er a flower was growing, came a song,</div> -<div class="verse">So sweet it woke to praise a countless throng;</div> -<div class="verse">And these blest words I caught within my heart</div> -<div class="verse">To keep until from earthly walks I part.</div> -<div class="verse">“We flowers, all, have come to earth to tell</div> -<div class="verse">What every blessed angel knows so well:</div> -<div class="verse">That God is Love; and seek that love to show</div> -<div class="verse">Where’er a human foot can ever go.</div> -<div class="verse">He sent us forth in beauties numberless,</div> -<div class="verse">For every heart to welcome and caress,</div> -<div class="verse">And learn a little of that love divine</div> -<div class="verse">That seeks through leaf and flower and star, to shine.”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_CORNSTALK_CHAIR" id="THE_CORNSTALK_CHAIR">THE CORNSTALK CHAIR</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">In the years long gone, whence the shadows smile</div> -<div class="verse">Like the morning beams on the song-swept isle,</div> -<div class="verse">Half hid by the cloud and the rainbow’s wing</div> -<div class="verse">Are the early scenes that my dreamings bring.</div> -<div class="verse">There’s a little child at her quiet play,</div> -<div class="verse">Rocking her doll in a motherly way;</div> -<div class="verse">Singing a song as the hours creep by,</div> -<div class="verse">And the blue-bells bloom as the sun mounts high.</div> -<div class="verse">There’s a violet wreath in her auburn hair,</div> -<div class="verse">And her rag doll sits in a cornstalk chair</div> -<div class="verse">That her grandmother made, with the skill of old</div> -<div class="verse">From the tender stems like the polished gold.</div> -<div class="verse">The little one then, as she planned and played</div> -<div class="verse">And a tiny loaf in a teaspoon made,</div> -<div class="verse">Knew not what a world of grief is this,</div> -<div class="verse">For her woes were healed with the mother’s kiss.</div> -<div class="verse">And she never thought as she went to rub</div> -<div class="verse">All her dolly’s clothes in a basin-tub,</div> -<div class="verse">And then hung them out on a tiny cord,</div> -<div class="verse">As white as the ruff of an ancient lord,</div> -<div class="verse">She should yet count the seasons one by one,</div> -<div class="verse">Till the dear old folks were gone, all gone;</div> -<div class="verse">Caught up to the Land of the Blessed Fold,</div> -<div class="verse">And she more than half a century old!</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>But O, what a change ’tween then and now!</div> -<div class="verse">Memories stamped upon spirit and brow;</div> -<div class="verse">The violets gone and the silver thread</div> -<div class="verse">Is the chaplet now for the once bright head;</div> -<div class="verse">And the cornstalk chair, like the polished gold,</div> -<div class="verse">Is vanished away with the dreams of old.</div> -<div class="verse">But the heart keeps all, and is never cold.</div> -<div class="verse">While the voices heard in the anthems then,</div> -<div class="verse">In the quiet hours come oft again.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LITTLE_OLD_BABY_CLOTHES" id="LITTLE_OLD_BABY_CLOTHES">LITTLE OLD BABY CLOTHES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">From out a bundle in the old red chest</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I found some baby-clothes that called the tears.</span></div> -<div class="verse">They brought so many precious memories forth,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet, precious memories of by-gone years.</span></div> -<div class="verse">A little shirt so tiny that the sleeves</div> -<div class="verse">Would always seem to, laughing, whisper low,</div> -<div class="verse">“We were the first you made: we did not grow</div> -<div class="verse">In length nor breadth; and when the baby grew</div> -<div class="verse">We were laid by to serve a baby new.”</div> -<div class="verse">That little shirt! The tiny hem-stitched front</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Covered the little heart whose fluttering beat</span></div> -<div class="verse">Was like a captive bird; nor did I know</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The years would come, years sorrowful and sweet,</span></div> -<div class="verse">When I, in pain, my weary head would rest</div> -<div class="verse">Against that heart, and on those arms so blest.</div> -<div class="verse">O little sleeves! the arms you circled then,</div> -<div class="verse">I kissed and dressed; they dress me now. Again</div> -<div class="verse">The old-time tenderness comes o’er me with a thrill</div> -<div class="verse">She is the stronger; yet my darling still.</div> -<div class="verse">O little shirt, too worn to give away;</div> -<div class="verse">Too dear to waste; still with my keepsakes stay,</div> -<div class="verse">With the wee stockings and the short pink dress,</div> -<div class="verse">Hid in the bundle, still my heart to bless,</div> -<div class="verse">By bringing back the rainbow baby days</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>When God first taught me mother-thought and praise.</div> -<div class="verse">These little clothes bring back the time to me</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, full of wonder and of hope, I thought</span></div> -<div class="verse">The coming treasure, that pure gift of God</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For which, in prayer, my earnest heart had sought,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Would cheer me with a joy that only shines</div> -<div class="verse">In mother-hearts, where Love’s most costly mines</div> -<div class="verse">Are thrown wide open to be gathered free</div> -<div class="verse">For baby lips and baby eyes to see.</div> -<div class="verse">Yes, I remember all, dear little clothes,</div> -<div class="verse">You’ve roused a thousand memories from repose;</div> -<div class="verse">And like the sweetest music of the past,</div> -<div class="verse">You breathe a song that must forever last.</div> -<div class="verse">A song re-echoed ever here below;</div> -<div class="verse">A song to follow me when I shall go</div> -<div class="verse">To that glad Home where parting is no more,</div> -<div class="verse">And greet my children on the fadeless shore.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_ROSES" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_ROSES">LULLABY OF THE ROSES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Over the rustic window sill,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Peering down on the little crib;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Over the snowy pillow-frill,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over the snowy little bib.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Scattering rose leaves fresh and sweet;</div> -<div class="verse">Pure as the baby’s lips and feet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Baby, dream a beautiful dream,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Watched by the summer roses bright,</span></div> -<div class="verse">That wake to see the starry gleam</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the wonderful crown of night,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And wait to peer on the baby’s crib,</div> -<div class="verse">And strew soft leaves on baby’s bib.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We wear the styles the roses wore</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the summers beyond the Flood,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And dyes the same we had before,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And our patterns came down from God.</span></div> -<div class="verse">We are the same glad roses still,</div> -<div class="verse">Smiling over the window sill.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We ne’er forget the ways we learned</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There in the sinless Eden Home;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whether we’re loved, or torn and spurned,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We smile as Eve’s own garden bloom.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Scattering rose-leaves fresh and sweet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>Soft as baby’s lips and feet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For the Beautiful One said “Stay;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell the children of God’s own love.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Breathing forth fragrance all the way;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Giving the smiles sent from above.”</span></div> -<div class="verse">So we watch for the little crib;</div> -<div class="verse">Strewing leaves on the baby’s bib.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_SUN" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_SUN">LULLABY OF THE SUN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The first baby ever to earth was born,</div> -<div class="verse">I kissed with my beams on its natal morn.</div> -<div class="verse">I made the dews sparkle, the tender buds bloom,</div> -<div class="verse">The air of the morning with sweets to perfume.</div> -<div class="verse">I love all the babies my sunbeams to see;</div> -<div class="verse">I love them and all of the babies love me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The babies they hide from me always grow pale.</div> -<div class="verse">None can be rosy and happy and hale</div> -<div class="verse">But those that I nourish with warmth and with light;</div> -<div class="verse">E’en in the darkness I never leave quite;</div> -<div class="verse">I shine ’round the corners from planet and moon,</div> -<div class="verse">To whisper “Take courage, I’ll be with you soon.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then, touching the morning cloud, touching the hills,</div> -<div class="verse">I send out the twilight that wakens the rills.</div> -<div class="verse">And more and more pouring my sunbeams afar,</div> -<div class="verse">Till dew-drops are diamonds, and hid is each star;</div> -<div class="verse">I wake all the babies my glories to see.</div> -<div class="verse">I love them and all of the babies love me!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="EARTHS_REQUIEM_FOR_THE_LITTLE_ONES" id="EARTHS_REQUIEM_FOR_THE_LITTLE_ONES">EARTH’S REQUIEM FOR THE LITTLE ONES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Never a baby soul fluttered away</div> -<div class="verse">But I must tenderly treasure the clay,</div> -<div class="verse">Holding it close to my motherly breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Hiding it under my mantle to rest;</div> -<div class="verse">To rest till the Father who builded the skies</div> -<div class="verse">Shall waken the dust, and bid it arise.</div> -<div class="verse">Every sweet babe, in my bosom I hold,</div> -<div class="verse">Is a bright angel to never grow old.</div> -<div class="verse">Wee, waxen hands so quietly folded;</div> -<div class="verse">Little, still feet—divinely they’re molded!</div> -<div class="verse">Eyes that once sparkled and yet to awake</div> -<div class="verse">When Resurrection’s bright morning shall break.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="DARLING_BABY" id="DARLING_BABY">DARLING BABY</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Do you see the darling baby</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laughing in her crib?</span></div> -<div class="verse">She has learned to get the bonnet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And untie her bib.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She pulls off her little stockings</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Playing with her toes.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And her feet are soft as velvet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pinky as the rose.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Well, baby may be a mother</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a little while;</span></div> -<div class="verse">So take care what things you teach her</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By your word and smile.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For she’ll be just what you make her,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Selfish, proud and cold:</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or she may be like the angels,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet and pure as gold.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_ANCIENT_OF_DAYS" id="THE_ANCIENT_OF_DAYS">THE ANCIENT OF DAYS</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">’Tis a wonderful Chorister made us to sing,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And taught every warbler its lays;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And His rapturous voice leads the angels in song;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And His name is the Ancient of Days!</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Tis a wonderful Architect builded the earth;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We read His great heart in His ways;</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the sweet and the beautiful mirrored He lives;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And His name is the Ancient of Days!</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Tis a wondrous Philosopher balanced the clouds,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And weaves the bright sunshine with haze;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And waters the earth with the dew and the rains;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And His name is the Ancient of Days!</span></div> -<div class="verse">His arm never wearies; His heart never faints,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For strength to guide worlds on their ways;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And all the bright comets that rush through the sky,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heed the voice of the Ancient of Days!</span></div> -<div class="verse">His heart is the gladdest of all the glad hearts</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That join in the anthem of praise;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet none grieves like Him o’er the loss of the soul,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because He’s the Ancient of Days.</span></div> -<div class="verse">His voice is the sweetest in all the glad song</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In rapture all Heaven to amaze:</span></div> -<div class="verse">In all the vast universe naught can compare;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the voice of the Ancient of Days!</span></div> -<div class="verse">And with Him in loveliness none can compare;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His beauty is great as His ways.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And those who behold Him are changed by His smile,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because He is Ancient of Days!</span></div> -<div class="verse">His age shows no weakness; His beauty and truth</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shine ever ’mid cycles of praise.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Forever He keepeth “the dew of His youth,”</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because He is Ancient of Days!</span></div> -<div class="verse">I long for His teaching; I long to behold,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sing with the angels His praise.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And soon I shall see Him, see Him <i>as He is</i>,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our Saviour, the Ancient of Days.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LITTLE_SHOES" id="LITTLE_SHOES">LITTLE SHOES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two tiny feet move you along;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Soft, dimpled fingers play with you oft;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two rosy lips are learning a song.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two sparkling eyes laugh as you skip.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Don’t run too fast when papa comes home,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The big tears fall whenever you slip.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Trudge, trudge, trudge! O come, little shoes,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baby must rest, and not walk all day.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Baby must sleep, and two little feet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the warm coverlet hide them away.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Worn at the heel, and worn at the toe,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Holding the impress of innocence sweet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And more precious the older they grow.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Trudge, trudge, trudge! if all of our feet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went half as far in God’s beautiful way,</span></div> -<div class="verse">There would be sunshine over the earth,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the dark places would shine as the day.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THERES_AN_ANGEL_HERE" id="THERES_AN_ANGEL_HERE">THERE’S AN ANGEL HERE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Don’t be cross if the dishes break:</div> -<div class="verse">Don’t be cross if the baby wake:</div> -<div class="verse">There is a pen and a record near;</div> -<div class="verse">O speak kind,—there’s an angel here!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Don’t be harsh if your will be crossed;</div> -<div class="verse">Life’s great sea may be tempest-tossed;</div> -<div class="verse">Call on Christ, for the billows kneel,</div> -<div class="verse">If His hand shall but touch the wheel.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Don’t be cross if the tide rolls high;</div> -<div class="verse">God still rules in the stormy sky.</div> -<div class="verse">Still be kind though the way is dark;</div> -<div class="verse">God saves some in a helpless Ark.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Don’t be cross, for a mighty host</div> -<div class="verse">Now looks on; not a word is lost.</div> -<div class="verse">What is earth, and its riches what?</div> -<div class="verse">Soon all past, and its gold forgot.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Don’t be cross, for the iron pen</div> -<div class="verse">Still writes on; for the great Amen</div> -<div class="verse">Summons each to the shining throne,</div> -<div class="verse">There to meet every word his own.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Keep us, Lord, from the hasty word</div> -<div class="verse">That wounds all hearts like the cruel sword!</div> -<div class="verse">And with the blood that for us was shed,</div> -<div class="verse">Blot cross words from the records read.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="WAKING_UP_THE_STARS" id="WAKING_UP_THE_STARS">“WAKING UP THE STARS”</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Morn has lighted up the azure,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet our precious baby-treasure</div> -<div class="verse">Has not wakened from her slumbers,</div> -<div class="verse">And she dreams the starry numbers</div> -<div class="verse">All have closed their twinkling eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">As she sails the soft blue skies;</div> -<div class="verse">Sails on clouds as white as snow,</div> -<div class="verse">Far above the world below.</div> -<div class="verse">Silken ringlets, golden-brown,</div> -<div class="verse">From her temples rippling down,</div> -<div class="verse">Rest aglow upon the pillow,</div> -<div class="verse">While she floats dream’s joyous billow.</div> -<div class="verse">Now the lashes on her cheek</div> -<div class="verse">Tremble, as she wakes to speak;</div> -<div class="verse">From the pillow she is springing,</div> -<div class="verse">And the baby-accents ringing,</div> -<div class="verse">Like the song-bird’s from its bars,</div> -<div class="verse">“I was waking up the stars!”</div> -<div class="verse">Baby dear, so sweetly dreaming,</div> -<div class="verse">All the world so guileless seeming;</div> -<div class="verse">We’re the stars that need awaking;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis our slumber that needs breaking.</div> -<div class="verse">Life’s short day is almost done;</div> -<div class="verse">Wake us for the setting sun.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_STARS" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_STARS">LULLABY OF THE STARS</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come little earth-star, where the babies sleep;</div> -<div class="verse">Fly up the blue path, and time with us keep.</div> -<div class="verse">O spread your cloud-wings, bright, tiny star,</div> -<div class="verse">Come towards the Pleiades shining afar!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, little earth-star, where the babies dream,</div> -<div class="verse">Rocked in the cradles soft, ’neath starry gleam.</div> -<div class="verse">Swung in the hammocks bright, ’neath summer trees,</div> -<div class="verse">Where the breath of roses floats on the breeze.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, little earth-star, where the babies laugh,</div> -<div class="verse">Drinking the sweet milk God hath made to quaff.</div> -<div class="verse">Bathed in the sunshine ever fresh and new,</div> -<div class="verse">Tell them we are watching up in the blue.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tell them we’re shining still ’mid the light;</div> -<div class="verse">Glitt’ring and twinkling all through the night.</div> -<div class="verse">Gleaming at morn ’tween rose-clouds aglow;</div> -<div class="verse">Peering through the dark storm laden with snow.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wee, precious earth-world, though so very small,</div> -<div class="verse">All the big stars know thee; thou art watched by all.</div> -<div class="verse">No star so favored as thyself hath been,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>Where the King of Glory died to save from sin.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brightest of sunbeam kiss thy ripening food.</div> -<div class="verse">Countless pure angels guard thy baby brood.</div> -<div class="verse">When we sing Love’s anthem, shouting it afar,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s a tender chorus sung for thee, O star!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mighty is the arm that guideth on the way!</div> -<div class="verse">Planets keep their orbits while the comets play.</div> -<div class="verse">And you never jostle with your baby-brood,</div> -<div class="verse">While they learn the praises of the Loving God.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, little earth-world,</div> -<div class="verse">Flying towards the Pleiades bright unfurled;</div> -<div class="verse">While we sing Love’s anthem, shouting it afar;</div> -<div class="verse">And a tender chorus swells for thee, O star!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="ROSES" id="ROSES">ROSES</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Sweet roses! and they bloomed as pure</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As shining cloud and shining dew,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And when I asked why such sweet buds</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From out the cold, damp hillsides grew;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The roses nodded in the wind,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And every velvet lip replied,</span></div> -<div class="verse">“We came to tell the love of God,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tell the sweet, old story wide.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And that we might the longer stay</div> -<div class="verse">To light the path and cheer the way,</div> -<div class="verse">Where’er the little children stray,</div> -<div class="verse">Our stems are wisely wrapped in thorn,</div> -<div class="verse">That weary night and golden morn,</div> -<div class="verse">From baby lips to wake a smile</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid baby thoughts all pure from guile.”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="MOTHER_EARTHS_LULLABY" id="MOTHER_EARTHS_LULLABY">MOTHER EARTH’S LULLABY</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest, baby, rest,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On my glad breast.</span></div> -<div class="verse">All the babies I have carried</div> -<div class="verse">Ever since sweet Eve was married,</div> -<div class="verse">And I love them all so well,</div> -<div class="verse">That I never yet could tell</div> -<div class="verse">Which I think the dearest one,</div> -<div class="verse">Whether daughter, whether son,</div> -<div class="verse">All are precious from their birth</div> -<div class="verse">To the fond old mother Earth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest, baby, rest,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On my glad breast.</span></div> -<div class="verse">O, the pansies, pinks and roses,</div> -<div class="verse">Buttercups and fair, wild posies,</div> -<div class="verse">On the lawns and in the wild,</div> -<div class="verse">I am growing for each child;</div> -<div class="verse">Making streamlets dance with glee</div> -<div class="verse">For the baby eyes to see.</div> -<div class="verse">Guarding nests of birdies near</div> -<div class="verse">That bring songs to baby’s ear.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest, baby, rest,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On my glad breast.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Bread from golden field is coming;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>Honey flows where bees are humming.</div> -<div class="verse">These in richness soon will come;</div> -<div class="verse">Apple, berry, grape and plum.</div> -<div class="verse">But may mother not forget</div> -<div class="verse">Milk is baby’s glory yet;</div> -<div class="verse">And for years it still must be,</div> -<div class="verse">If you would a jewel see.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest, baby, rest,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On my glad breast.</span></div> -<div class="verse">How I watch your priceless slumbers.</div> -<div class="verse">Holding careful, countless numbers;</div> -<div class="verse">Constant turning round and round,</div> -<div class="verse">That the sleeping sleep more sound</div> -<div class="verse">In the shade; and those that wake</div> -<div class="verse">See the rosy morning break.</div> -<div class="verse">List’ning to hosannas sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">That all babyhood will greet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Rest, baby, rest,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">On my glad breast.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whether in the wilds near Eden,</div> -<div class="verse">Or in Father Noah’s garden,</div> -<div class="verse">Kings and peasants, rich and poor,</div> -<div class="verse">Born to ignorance or lore,</div> -<div class="verse">I have done the best I could</div> -<div class="verse">With the flocks of babyhood.</div> -<div class="verse">Every baby is a gem;</div> -<div class="verse">My old heart goes out to them!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LULLABY_OF_THE_RAIN-DROPS" id="LULLABY_OF_THE_RAIN-DROPS">LULLABY OF THE RAIN-DROPS</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis the patter of the rain-drops,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Baby dear,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Falling lightly on the home-roof,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">That we hear.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Patter, patter, low and sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">Like the touch of velvet feet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Coming near.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis the patter of the rain-drops</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">On the grass,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Makes it grow so green and shining</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">As they pass.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And each leaf upon the trees</div> -<div class="verse">Waves, like jewels in the breeze,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Liquid glass.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis the patter of the rain-drops</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">On the brook,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Makes it dimple, dimple, dimple,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">As we look:</span></div> -<div class="verse">Saying as they run away,</div> -<div class="verse">“We write records every day</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 5em;">In Love’s Book.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis the cradle song of summer</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">That we hear,</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the patter of the rain-drops,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Coming near.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Though the dark skies seem to frown</div> -<div class="verse">Every drop brings blessings down,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Baby dear.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="KISSING_THE_SUNBEAM" id="KISSING_THE_SUNBEAM">KISSING THE SUNBEAM</a></h2> - - -<p>A babe not old enough to speak or walk was creeping on -the floor. By and by a bright ray of sunshine fell upon the -carpet. Baby saw it and crept towards the dazzling spot. She -looked at it, with the greatest interest in her sweet face; and -then, putting down her little lips, she kissed it.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O sweet little babe, in thy innocent glee,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kissing the sunbeam so golden and bright;</span></div> -<div class="verse">God sent it, a messenger lovely, to thee,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the blue fields of heaven, all fledged with the light.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then kiss the bright beaming, thou dear little one;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mayest thou ever be grateful to Him</span></div> -<div class="verse">Who gave to redeem us His glorious Son</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And filleth our cup of sweet joy to the brim.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O kiss the bright sunbeam that gladdens thy home,</div> -<div class="verse">Though ’tween the dark storm clouds that sunbeam may come;</div> -<div class="verse">It cometh so golden, so beautiful ever;</div> -<div class="verse">Then welcome the sunbeam, and praise the kind Giver.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Lord, in His love to the children of earth,</div> -<div class="verse">Showers His mercies and joys ’round the hearth;</div> -<div class="verse">Crowns the year with His goodness and bounty of love,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>’Till the earth teems with blessings all fresh from above.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God scatters them freely and kindly on all:</div> -<div class="verse">Every moment they come, and how thickly they fall;</div> -<div class="verse">But blessings, like sunbeams in showers of gold,</div> -<div class="verse">Are drunk without praises by hearts dark and cold.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He sends them to tell us how kind is His care.</div> -<div class="verse">He sends them to tell us how thankless we are.</div> -<div class="verse">He sends them to beautify Life’s troubled stream;</div> -<div class="verse">O praise ye the Giver Who sendeth the beam.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="JEWEL_OF_THE_CRADLE" id="JEWEL_OF_THE_CRADLE">JEWEL OF THE CRADLE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How fondly the heart of the mother is stirred,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she bends o’er the cradle where Innocence sleeps,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the sweetest of names and the tenderest word</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For her little birdling she carefully keeps.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How precious its smiles and its cooing to her;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the light of its eye gives her joy anew,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And e’en while she sleeps, her fond heart waketh still,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a list’ning star in Night’s curtain of blue.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her fond, circling arms press it still to her breast,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where lulled by her heart-throb it slumbers again.</span></div> -<div class="verse">If aught should awake it, the mother will start</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From dreaming and patiently comfort it then.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How wilt thou reward her, O sweet little babe?</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How give back the years of her labor and care?</span></div> -<div class="verse">How pay for the tears of sweet sympathy shed;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heart’s deepest yearning; the river of prayer?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O sweet little babe, learn of Jesus to love;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing Zion’s sweet songs with thy silvery voice;</span></div> -<div class="verse">O then shall the heart of thy mother be glad,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And o’er thy existence forever rejoice.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="BABY_SWEET" id="BABY_SWEET">BABY SWEET</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Baby sweet is a wonderful one,</div> -<div class="verse">From the bright country beyond the sun;</div> -<div class="verse">Whether a boy or whether a girl,</div> -<div class="verse">Each smile is pure; each tooth is a pearl;</div> -<div class="verse">Whether we wake at midnight or morn,</div> -<div class="verse">Still we are glad the sweet baby is born.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Baby sweet is a wonderful one,</div> -<div class="verse">With eyes that shine like dew in the sun;</div> -<div class="verse">With velvet hands of the lily white;</div> -<div class="verse">With cheeks and lips of the roses bright.</div> -<div class="verse">Whether a boy or whether a girl,</div> -<div class="verse">A voter to be; the flag to unfurl.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Baby sweet is a wonderful one.</div> -<div class="verse">Teach the small feet to lovingly run;</div> -<div class="verse">Teach the small hands to loving caress;</div> -<div class="verse">Teach the pure lips to pray and to bless.</div> -<div class="verse">Whether a boy or whether a girl;</div> -<div class="verse">Whether its locks are to braid or to curl;</div> -<div class="verse">Hide from it vanity, cruelty hide;</div> -<div class="verse">Feed it with purity, never with pride.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="ANGEL_OF_THE_CRADLE" id="ANGEL_OF_THE_CRADLE">ANGEL OF THE CRADLE</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s an angel in the cradle.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tis a little stainless one,</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the morning of existence.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here we see the rising sun</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of intelligence unfolding,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And its dewy thought unspring,</span></div> -<div class="verse">All so primitive and hopeful,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the mind unfurls its wing.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Deathless wing! O little stranger,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">New-born messenger of love.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Jesus shield thy soul from danger,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jesus lead thee safe above.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Suffer not, O blest Redeemer!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Suffer not this child to stray</span></div> -<div class="verse">From the fountain of salvation</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the happy, heavenly way.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Suffer not, O God, my Saviour!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This dear child’s young heart to fill</span></div> -<div class="verse">With the follies of the worldly.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">May she yield to Thee her will.</span></div> -<div class="verse">May she seek Thee, living Saviour;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Teach her in Thy blood to trust,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And for faith in Thy redemption,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou mayest call her with the just.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O God! my heart, too full for utterance,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Claims Thy promise. Leave her not.</span></div> -<div class="verse">May Thy Spirit warn and shield her:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be her joy, whate’er her lot.</span></div> -<div class="verse">O Thou for sinners crucified!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hear for this babe the mother’s prayer.</span></div> -<div class="verse">O teach her all the way of life;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">May Lily be an angel there,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where comes no cloud of sin and fear</div> -<div class="verse">And never falls the parting tear.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="LET_ANGELS_NAME_IT" id="LET_ANGELS_NAME_IT">LET ANGELS NAME IT</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mother, how thy little darling</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Softly twines its tiny arms</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Round thy neck, like infant tendrils,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bright with more than earthly charms.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What callest thou the baby cherub?</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O can mortals find a name,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Suited to its guileless spirit,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And its fair and fragile frame?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The rose is on its snowy cheek,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fresh as when embalmed with dew,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And O, its eyes are like the stars,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Tween the soft clouds glancing through!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The ruby lip that mutely smiles,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The waving of the curls of gold,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The changing glances of the eye,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All shadow forth bright thoughts untold.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I know that in its sinless breast,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Embowered in the little heart,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thoughts primitive steal softly on,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Love’s own happy flowers start.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God’s Spirit oft may light its mind</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With thoughts of gladness from above;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Too fair for earth, thy darling seems;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let angels name the little Love.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O! let it never see a frown,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor hear a cold or cruel word;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Its eye will imitate thy glance;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its tongue repeat whate’er is heard.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O guard, with prayer, this angel germ;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This bud upon Life’s ocean tossed,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Lest thou shouldst ever see thy child</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Numbered among the loved and lost.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O guard, with prayer, this deathless bud!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That lust may never blight its bloom;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And thou shalt see this cherished one</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In realms of peace beyond the tomb.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Teach it to fold those little hands,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bend the knee to Christ in prayer:</span></div> -<div class="verse">And all the wishes of the heart</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tell the Lord who listens there.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Teach it to plead the promises,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bequeathed in the sweet Book divine,</span></div> -<div class="verse">If thou wouldst have this child of earth</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Among the stars of Heaven to shine.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_TWO_CRADLES" id="THE_TWO_CRADLES">THE TWO CRADLES</a></h2> - - -<h3>THE BABY PRINCESS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The cradle, carved like an open shell</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of ebony, polished bright,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Was all inlaid with silver rare</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That shone in the mellow light,—</span></div> -<div class="verse">Which streamed through the tiny curtains, wove</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of silver gauze and velvet flowers,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And lightly touched the infant’s cheek,</div> -<div class="verse">As it lay in satin wrappings, weak,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And slept through the quiet hours;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the princess dreamed in her costly bed,</div> -<div class="verse">With a lady grand at her feet and head;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never knew nor cared what grace</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had fashioned frills of her dainty lace;</span></div> -<div class="verse">For she dreamed no sweeter while she slept,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor suffered less when in pain she wept;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though the lullaby in the chorus said:</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“There’s a sparkling crown for the royal head.”</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>THE LITTLE RUSTIC</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">In its cradle-hammock, cool and light,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A baby swayed in the summer air;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And through the leaves of the spreading trees,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It looked on the pure, blue heavens there;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And smiled as the warblers sang a song,</div> -<div class="verse">And cooed as the sweet breeze swept along,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till its eyelids drooped and the lashes lay</span></div> -<div class="verse">On the velvet cheek; while the mother there</div> -<div class="verse">Guards still the babe of her tender care:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the winds blow soft as they come that way</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To touch the curls, and then whispering say,</span></div> -<div class="verse">“Peace to the child in its hammock bed,</div> -<div class="verse">And crowns of health for the bright young head.”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="MY_DARLING_UNBORN" id="MY_DARLING_UNBORN">MY DARLING UNBORN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O dear little one that my eyes never saw,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet sprang to existence so near to my heart.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thou gatherest strength from each breath that I draw;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus, of all I have precious, I give thee a part.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thus I nourished thee, darling, by day and by night,</div> -<div class="verse">And in the strange burden I take a delight;</div> -<div class="verse">Hoping in future that thou, in thy love,</div> -<div class="verse">Wilt strengthen the feeble and guide them above.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While my heart sends to thee its own bright, crimson tide,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Freighted with sustenance, ruby and warm,</span></div> -<div class="verse">I bear all thy sorrows, nor seek to divide,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my own hidden darling, the chill of the storm.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thus I shield thee, my loved one, by night and by day;</div> -<div class="verse">For thee do I suffer and for thee do I pray.</div> -<div class="verse">My heart hovers o’er the calm place of thy rest;</div> -<div class="verse">I’m waiting to pillow thy head on my breast.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O! may God keep thee from guile and from sin;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">May this voice of warning fall sweet on thine ear.</span></div> -<div class="verse">May He give thee a heart to love cleanness within</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all His commandments so priceless to hear.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thus may Christ keep thee, my darling, my child;</div> -<div class="verse">Making thee humble and patient and mild;</div> -<div class="verse">Tuning thy harp for the realms of the blest:</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span>O there meet me, darling, in Heaven to rest!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I give thee to Jesus, my dear little one.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the kind Shepherd’s care I commit thee in love.</span></div> -<div class="verse">May He clothe thee in truth that outshineth the sun,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lead thee by faith to the Mansions Above.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thus I hope for His blessing by day and by night,</div> -<div class="verse">To let thee proclaim the great Gospel of Light,</div> -<div class="verse">And strengthen thy heart to praise Christ and adore,</div> -<div class="verse">When thy mother shall rest on the Heavenly Shore.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="OUR_FIRST-BORN" id="OUR_FIRST-BORN">OUR FIRST-BORN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This little angel at my side,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just four days old, our God hath given,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The little spirit newly fledged,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just from our Father’s hand in Heaven.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Like a bright sunbeam thou art come,</div> -<div class="verse">To cheer and bless our earthly home.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No word ever fell from the dear little lips,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So sweet and so ruby; so guileless and mute.</span></div> -<div class="verse">God teach thee the language of love, my sweet babe:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">May glad songs of Jesus pour forth from thy lute.</span></div> -<div class="verse">When fresh buds of thought are early unfolding,</div> -<div class="verse">God give to thy heart the true, heavenly molding,</div> -<div class="verse">And placing Christ’s image all glorious there,</div> -<div class="verse">To shield in temptation and lead thee to prayer;</div> -<div class="verse">In purity guide thee, sustained by His might;</div> -<div class="verse">And crown thee at last in the City of Light,</div> -<div class="verse">Where never to sin and to suffer and die,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll sing “Hallelujah” in Bowers on High.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="THE_MOTHERS_THOUGHTS_ON_THE_DEATH_OF" id="THE_MOTHERS_THOUGHTS_ON_THE_DEATH_OF">THE MOTHER’S THOUGHTS ON THE DEATH OF -HER FIRST-BORN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where is darling baby gone?</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where is my sweet, cherished boy,</span></div> -<div class="verse">With his soft hands at the dawn</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waking me in childish joy?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where are those blue, sparkling eyes,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That were like stars of hope to me?</span></div> -<div class="verse">The angels took him to the skies,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To dwell, O God! to dwell with Thee.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He left his foot-prints in my home,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His voice is in my heart;</span></div> -<div class="verse">He left a kiss upon my lips,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That never can depart.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And there in Heaven where angels dwell,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where parting tears are never known,</span></div> -<div class="verse">There lives the sweet and cherished one,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which here on earth I called my own.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dear Saviour, let me, on Thy breast,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In faithfulness and praise recline.</span></div> -<div class="verse">O let me never faint and fall,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor ever mourn while Thou art mine!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thy spirit, Lord, is with me yet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wipe all tear-drops from my eyes,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And when the sun of life is set,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The loved shall meet me in the skies.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now adown the path of life</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I go to cheer the faint and worn,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And scatter words and acts of love,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For those of hope and comfort shorn.</span></div> -<div class="verse">In Thy bright foot-prints, O my Lord!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Help me to lead some straying one.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be Thou my strength and hope and shield;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be Thou to me the rising sun.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Rivers of pleasure, full and free,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall then flow from Thy throne above,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And all my gloom forgotten be,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hid in the ocean of Thy love.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="ANGEL-TWIN" id="ANGEL-TWIN">ANGEL-TWIN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They took the new-born baby-twin,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sought to give it breath;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet all in vain, the quiv’ring heart</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon silent lay in death.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It never knew an earthly care.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It never wept a tear.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Who would recall the innocent?</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O who could wish it here!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Deep Slumber hushed it on her breast;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">It sleeps beneath the sod.</span></div> -<div class="verse">We would not wake that guileless one,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That fair and folded bud.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The mother clasps the living twin</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a young mother’s love;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet even she would not recall</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That sister babe above.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dear Saviour, guard this little one,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which Thou hast kindly given;</span></div> -<div class="verse">That she may meet the sister-saint;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twin-angels, joined in Heaven.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> -<div class="chapter"></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2><a name="OUR_CHILDREN" id="OUR_CHILDREN">OUR CHILDREN</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Our children.” Oft we hear these words,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet none but parents know</span></div> -<div class="verse">How deep they thrill the parent’s heart.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The oceans ebb and flow;</span></div> -<div class="verse">You stand upon the shores and see</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shining billows roll;</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Twould be another thing to have</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The oceans in your soul;</span></div> -<div class="verse">To hear their music fill your heart,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Telling of hidden goal;</span></div> -<div class="verse">To feel the rush of every wave,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And have the vast control.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You watch the stars, the fadeless stars</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That glitter on their way;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet if you had them all in charge,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To keep them night and day,</span></div> -<div class="verse">O then your glorious retinue,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your starry host so bright,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Would be outweighed by one of these:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our children of delight,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor the care these loved ones want,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To guide their thoughts aright,</span></div> -<div class="verse">That they may find the shining shore,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beyond our mortal sight.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Our children.” O these priceless words</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wake all life’s hidden springs;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Strike all the chords of hope and joy:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">New thoughts spread trembling wings;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fears whisper, and emotions weep,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While Hope lights up the tears</span></div> -<div class="verse">That oft baptize, like dewy spray,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our darlings. May their years</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be filled with Wisdom’s holy light,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sweet with holy cheer;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And may their brows be crowned with love,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pure as the angels wear.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our precious children! How we toil</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To gather joys for them;</span></div> -<div class="verse">To shield them from the wintry blast:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What chilling tides we stem,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And when at last we sink in death,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">God shield each darling one,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And keep them all in Virtue’s path;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Tempter’s smile to shun;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Redeemed from sin, made pure and wise,</div> -<div class="verse">For that glad home above the skies.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/endpaper2.jpg" width="600" height="79" alt="endpaper divider" /> -</div> - -<div class="tnote"><b>Transcriber’s Note:</b> Seemingly inconsistent indentation was retained as printed.</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Baby-Land, by -Mrs. Almira L. 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