Their glance might cast out pain and sin,
Their speech make dumb the wise;
By mute glad Godhead felt within
A baby's eyes.
Swinburne
SEPTEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH
Lulla-lo! to the rise and fall of mother's bosom
't is sleep has bound you,
And oh, my child, what cosier nest for rosier rest
could love have found you?
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear:
Mother's two arms are clasped around you.
Alfred Percival Gates
SEPTEMBER TWENTY-SIXTH
And if no clustering swarm of bees
On thy sweet mouth distilled their golden dew,
'T was that such vulgar miracles
Heaven had not leisure to renew:
For all the blest fraternity of love
Solemnized there thy birth, and kept thy holiday above.
John Dryden
SEPTEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTH
Sublimity always is simple
Both in sermon and song, a child can seize on the meaning.
Longfellow
SEPTEMBER TWENTY-EIGHTH
Take thy joy and revel in it,
Living through each golden minute,
Trusting God who gave you this
Baby child to love and kiss.
From "The Finest Baby in the World"
SEPTEMBER TWENTY-NINTH