BABY.
A sweet, new blossom of Humanity,
Fresh fallen from God's own home to flower on earth.
Wooed and Won. G. MASSEY.
The hair she means to have is gold,
Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old,
Plump are her fists and pinky.
She fluttered down in lucky hour
From some blue deep in yon sky bower—
I call her "Little Dinky."
Little Dinky. F. LOCKER-LAMPSON.
As living jewels dropped unstained from heaven.
Course of Time, Bk. V. R. POLLOK.
God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
Romeo and Juliet, Act i. So. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Suck, baby! suck! mother's love grows by giving:
Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting!
The Gypsy's Malison. C. LAMB.