No baby in the house, I know,
'T is far too nice and clean;
No toys, by careless fingers strown,
Upon the floors are seen.
Clara G. Dolliver
MARCH THIRTY-FIRST
The simple lessons which the nursery taught
Fell soft and stainless on the buds of thought,
And the full blossom owes its fairest hue
To those sweet tear drops of affection's dew.
Holmes
APRIL
APRIL FIRST
But Jesus said, Suffer the little children to
come unto me; for of such is the kingdom of
Heaven.
Matt. xix. 14
APRIL SECOND
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps
Tennyson
APRIL THIRD
My mother she's so good to me,
If I was good as I could be,
I couldn't be as good—no, sir!—
Can't any boy be as good as her!
She loves me when I'm glad er sad;
She loves me when I'm good er bad,
An', what's a funniest thing, she says
She loves me when she punishes.
James Whitcomb Riley