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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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