Ah! what would the world be to us

If the children were no more?

We should dread the desert behind us

Worse than the dark before.

Longfellow

APRIL NINETEENTH

Who can tell what a baby thinks?

Who can follow the gossamer links

By which the manikin feels his way

Out from the shore of the great unknown,

Blind and wailing and alone,

Into the light of day?

J. G. Holland

APRIL TWENTIETH

Dear little face, that lies in calm content

Within the gracious hollow that God made

In every human shoulder, where he meant

Some tired head for comfort should be laid.

Celia Thaxter

APRIL TWENTY-FIRST

This three-fold heaven, which you also bear within

you, shines out on you through your child's eyes.

Froebel

APRIL TWENTY-SECOND

Dance little child, oh dance!

While sweet the wild birds sing,

And flowers bloom fair, and every glance

Of sunshine tells of Spring.

Oh! bloom and sing and smile

Child, bird and flower and make

The sad old world forget awhile,

Its sorrow for your sake.

Celia Thaxter

APRIL TWENTY-THIRD