Still smile at even on the bedded child,
And close his eyelids with thy silver wand.
Hood
SEPTEMBER THIRTIETH
Of such is the kingdom of heaven,
No glory that ever was shed
From the crowning star of the seven
That crown the North world's head,
No word that ever was spoken
Of human or godlike tongue
Gave ever such godlike token
Since human harps were strung.
Swinburne
OCTOBER
OCTOBER FIRST
Little lamb, asleep and still,
God protect thee from all ill;
Those who love thee ne'er can be
Free from pain in loving thee.
From "The Finest Baby in the World"
OCTOBER SECOND
Then, when Mamma goes by to bed,
She shall come in with tiptoe tread,
And see me lying warm and fast
And in the land of Nod at last.
Robert Louis Stevenson
OCTOBER THIRD
How, with a mother's ever anxious love,
Still to retain him near her heart she strove.
Firdausi