Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places,
That was how, in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.
Robert Louis Stevenson
APRIL TWENTY-NINTH
That wide-gazing calm which makes us older human
beings, with our inward turmoil, feel a certain
awe in the presence of a little child, such as we feel
before some quiet majesty or beauty in the earth or sky.
George Eliot
APRIL THIRTIETH
Her, by her smile, how soon the stranger knows,
How soon by his the glad discovery shows,
As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy,
What answering looks of sympathy and joy!
He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word
His wants, his wishes and his griefs are heard.
And ever, ever to her lap he flies,
When rosy sleep comes on with sweet surprise.
Samuel Rogers
MAY
MAY FIRST
The child whose face illumes our way,
Whose voice lifts up the heart that hears,
Whose hand is as the hand of May.
Swinburne
MAY SECOND
Baby's skies are mother's eyes,
Mother's eyes and smiles together
Make the Baby's pleasant weather.
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