MARCH ELEVENTH

O let thy children lean aslant

Against the tender mother's knee,

And gaze into her face, and want

To know what magic there can be

In words that urge some eyes to dance

While others, as in holy trance,

Look up to Heaven, be such my praise.

Walter Savage Landor

MARCH TWELFTH

Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep!

A tender infant with its curtained eye

Breathing as it would neither live nor die

With that unchanging countenance of sleep!

Hood

MARCH THIRTEENTH

Two faces o'er a cradle bent;

Two hands above the head were locked,

These pressed each other while they rocked,

Those watched a life that love had sent.

O solemn hour!

O hidden power!

George Eliot

MARCH FOURTEENTH

To see a child so very fair

It was a pure delight.

Wordsworth

MARCH FIFTEENTH

The tree germ bears within itself the nature of

the whole tree; the human being bears within itself

the nature of all humanity, and is not, therefore,

humanity born anew in each child?

Froebel