JANUARY EIGHTEENTH
A Baby's feet, like sea-shells pink,
Might tempt, should Heaven see meet,
An angel's lips to kiss, we think,
A Baby's feet.
Like rose-hued sea flowers, toward the heart
They stretch and spread and wink
Their ten soft buds that part and meet.
Swinburne
JANUARY NINETEENTH
Greek babies were like the babies of modern
Europe: equally troublesome, equally delightful to
their parents, equally uninteresting to the rest of
society.
Mahaffy
JANUARY TWENTIETH
They knew as I do now, what keen delight
A strong man feels to watch the tender flight
Of little children playing in his sight.
Edmund Gosse
JANUARY TWENTY-FIRST
The child would twine
A trustful hand, unasked in thine
And find his comfort in thy face.
Tennyson
JANUARY TWENTY-SECOND
This little seed of life and love,
Just lent us for a day.
Parsons