JANUARY THIRD
Little Life from out the life Divine,
Little heart so near and dear to mine,
Little bark, new-launched upon Life's sea
Floating o'er the tide to mine and me,
Little comer on our shore of time,
Little ray from out God's great sublime,
Little traveller from Eternity
May my love protect and shelter thee.
The Denver News
JANUARY FOURTH
What shall we wrap the Baby in?
Nothing that fingers have woven will do:
Looms of the heart weave ever anew:
Love, only Love is the right thread to spin
Love we must wrap the Baby in.
Lucy Larcom
JANUARY FIFTH
Look at me with thy large brown eyes,
Philip, my King!
For round thee the purple shadow lies
Of babyhood's regal dignities.
Lay on my neck thy tiny hand,
With Love's invisible scepter laden;
I am thine Esther to command,
Till thou shalt find thy queen-handmaiden,
Philip, my King!
Dinah Mulock Craik
JANUARY SIXTH
Nay, but our children in our midst,
What else but our hearts are they,
Walking on the ground?
If but the breeze blew harsh on one of them,
Mine eye says "No" to slumber all night long.
From the "Hamasah"
Hittan idnibn al-Mu'alla of Tayyi
JANUARY SEVENTH
We must take all our children bring us whether it
be Joy or Pain.
Auerbach