JANUARY TWENTY-THIRD
Pray for the infant's soul:
With its spirit crown unsoiled.
Philip James Bailey
JANUARY TWENTY-FOURTH
Child of brighter than the morning's birth,
And lovelier than all smiles that may be smiled
Save only of little children undefiled,
Sweet, perfect, witless of their own dear worth,
Like rose of love, mute melody of mirth,
Glad as a bird is when the woods are mild,
Adorable as is nothing save a child,
Hails with wide eyes and lips on earth,
His lovely life with all its heaven to be.
Swinburne
JANUARY TWENTY-FIFTH
Where has he gone to, Mother's boy,
Little plaid dresses and curls of joy?
Who is this Gentleman, haughty in glance
Walking around in a new pair of pants?
Folger McKinsey
JANUARY TWENTY-SIXTH
It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink,
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.
Robert Louis Stevenson
JANUARY TWENTY-SEVENTH
Did truth on earth ever hide,
Hath innocence anywhere smiled,
Did purity anywhere bide,
They are found in the eyes of a child.
Harry Alexander Moore