| Cornelia | [Front Cover] | |
| Between pages | ||
| 1 | Author and Child | [1] |
| 2 | Audrey | [5 and 6] |
| 3 | Carl | [11 and 12] |
| 4 | Ethelwin | [15 and 16] |
| 5 | Mother and Babe | [20 and 21] |
| 6 | Harold and Earl | [25 and 26] |
| 7 | Helen | [30 and 31] |
| 8 | Harold W. | [34 and 35] |
| 9 | Edith | [39 and 40] |
| 10 | Warren and Albert | [44 and 45] |
Contents
| PAGE | |
| My Baby's Feet | [1] |
| Two Little Seeds | [3] |
| Edith | [6] |
| The Theft | [8] |
| Who's Afraid | [12] |
| Lullaby | [14] |
| Two of Them | [15] |
| In the Meadow | [16] |
| Beatrice | [19] |
| My Boy | [21] |
| The Fairy's Motto | [23] |
| A Reverie | [26] |
| My Choice | [28] |
| Elliott | [30] |
| Three Little Kittens | [31] |
| What is the Use of Trying | [33] |
| Only Five | [35] |
| Unreconciled | [37] |
| The Naughty Dolly | [40] |
| Mabel's Lesson | [41] |
| Baby Kathleen | [43] |
| Two Boys | [45] |
"As I came o'er the distant hills
I heard a nestling sing:
'Oh, pleasant are the primrose buds
In the perfumed breath of spring!
And pleasant are the mossy banks
Beneath the birchen bowers—
But a home wherein no children play
Is a garden shorn of flowers.'"
My Baby's Feet
Within my palm, like roseleaves, dainty, sweet,
I fold with tenderest love two little feet—
Two little feet, twin flow'rets come to bring
To mother's heart the first sweet breath of spring.
Wearied with play, at last they lie at rest,
One satin sole against its fair mate pressed.
Dear little feet, fain would this hand 'ere shield
Thy tender flesh from thorns which lie concealed
Along the path which, stretching through the years,
Leads on to God, through joy and silent tears,
Oh, would that I could pluck from thy dear way
Whate'er might tempt these little feet to stray,
What though my hands be torn by thorn and stone,
Thy joy, for all my pain would soon atone;
If but thy mother planned thy life for thee,
No other path so bright as thine should be.
But what am I, that I my love should count
Greater than that of Him, who is love's fount—
Who sent from heaven, these dainty baby feet
To make thy mother's life and love complete?
What truer hand than His could mark thy path?
What greater love than God, thy Father, hath?
What greater wisdom shields thee from all strife?
What greater mercy grants eternal life?
When shadows come, and clouds obscure thy way
He knows that darkness only heralds day.
If bruised thy flesh, though mother's heart may bleed,
He, in His mercy, knows thy greatest need.
Then, little feet, though mother's prayers may rise,
In love and trust, that never doubt implies
That God, thy steps may lead in ways aright,
And keep thy soul from sin's unholy blight,
I'll leave thy future in His hands alone,
And know, at last, He'll bring thee safely home.