But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
Robert Louis Stevenson
JUNE TWENTIETH
O prayer of childhood! Simple, innocent;
O infant slumbers! Peaceful, pure and light;
O happy worship! Ever gay with smiles,
Meet prelude to the harmonies of night;
As birds beneath the wing enfold their head,
Nestled in prayer, the infant seeks its bed.
Victor Hugo
JUNE TWENTY-FIRST
In the little childish heart below
All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow,
And shine out in happy overflow
From her blue, bright eyes.
Westwood
JUNE TWENTY-SECOND
And when she saw her tender little babe,
She felt how much the happy days of life
Outweigh the sorrowful.
Jean Ingelow
JUNE TWENTY-THIRD
Between tears and smiles, the year, like the child,
struggles into warmth and life.
Donald G. Mitchell
JUNE TWENTY-FOURTH