MAY SEVENTEENTH
When first thy infant littleness
I folded in my fond caress,
The greatest proof of happiness
Was this I wept.
Hood
MAY EIGHTEENTH
His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy.
Homer's Iliad
MAY NINETEENTH
For the pure clean wit of a sweet young babe is
like the newest wax, most able to receive the best
and fairest printing.
Roger Ascham
MAY TWENTIETH
At eve the babes with angels converse hold.
Victor Hugo
MAY TWENTY-FIRST
Ilka body smiled that met her,
Nane were glad that said farewell;
Never was a blither, better,
Bonnier bairn frae croon to heel!
MacLeod