Brightest and hardiest of roses anear and afar,
Glitters the blithe little face of you, round as a star;
Liberty bless you and keep you to be as you are.
Swinburne
JULY TWENTY-NINTH
We could not wish her whiter—her
Who perfumed with pure blossom
The house—a lovely thing to wear
Upon a mother's bosom.
Mrs. Browning
JULY THIRTIETH
The gracious boy, who did adorn
The world whereunto he was born,
And by his countenance repay
The favor of the loving day.
Emerson
JULY THIRTY-FIRST
Yet the hearts must childlike be,
Where such heavenly guests abide;
Unto children in their glee,
All the year is Christmas-tide.
Lewis Carroll
AUGUST
AUGUST FIRST
Weave him a beautiful dream, little breeze!
Little leaves, nestle around him!
He will remember the song of the trees,
When age with silver has crowned him.
Rock-a-bye baby, wake by and by,
Rock-a-bye.
Lucy Larcom