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