JANUARY EIGHTH
Oh child, what news from Heaven?
Swinburne
JANUARY NINTH
Sweet floweret, pledge o' meikle love,
And ward o' mony a prayer,
What heart o' stane wad thou na move,
Sae helpless, sweet and fair?
Robert Burns
JANUARY TENTH
His child's unsullied purity demands
The deepest reverence at a parent's hands.
Juvenal
JANUARY ELEVENTH
Little Gossip, blithe and hale,
Tattling many a broken tale,
Singing many a tuneless song,
Lavish of a heedless tongue,
Simple maid, void of art,
Babbling out thy very heart.
Ambrose Phillips
JANUARY TWELFTH
O child! O new-born denizen
Of Life's great city! On thy head
The glory, of the morn is shed
Like a celestial benison.
Longfellow