A child's kiss set on thy sighing lips shall make
thee glad.
Mrs. Browning
MAY THIRTEENTH
I can not say, and I will not say
That he is dead.—He is just away!
With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land,
And left us dreaming how very fair
It must be since he lingers there.
James Whitcomb Riley
From "Afterwhiles." Copyright, 1903. Used by permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company.
MAY FOURTEENTH
"Rock-a-bye, baby, up in the tree top!"
Mother his blanket is spinning;
And a light little rustle that never will stop
Breezes and boughs are beginning,
Rock-a-bye, baby, swinging so high!
Rock-a-bye.
Lucy Larcom
MAY FIFTEENTH
God's hand had taken away the seal
That held the portals of her speech;
And oft she said a few strange words
Whose meaning lay beyond our reach
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
MAY SIXTEENTH
Happy the child who is suffered to be and content
to be what God meant it to be; a child while
childhood lasts.
Robertson