THE BABY HERE did you come from, baby dear? WHERE Out of the everywhere into the here. Where did you get your eyes so blue? What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand stroked it as I went by. What makes your cheek like a warm white rose ? Something better than any one knows. Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss. Where did you get that pearly ear? God spoke, and it came out to hear. Where did you get those arms and hands? Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? From the same box as the cherub's wings. How did they all just come to be you? But how did you come to us, you dear? H 笛 OLD GAELIC LULLABY USH! the waves are rolling in, White with foam, white with foam; Father toils amid the din; But baby sleeps at home. Hush the winds roar hoarse and deep- Hush the rain sweeps o'er the knowes, Sister goes to seek the cows; But baby sleeps at home. WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLES BE? Ο VER the cradle a mother hung, Softly cooing a slumber song; And these were the simple words she sung All the even long: Vol. I "Cheek or chin, or knuckle or knee, Where shall the baby's dimple be? Where shall the angel's finger rest When he comes down to the baby's nest? Still as she bent and sang so low, A murmur into her music broke; And she paused to hear, for she could but know The baby's angel spoke : "Cheek or chin, knuckle or knee, Where shall my finger fall and rest Silent the mother sat, and dwelt Long in the sweet delay of choice; And then by the baby's side she knelt, And sang with pleasant voice: "Not on the limb, O angel dear, For the charm with its youth will disappear; -7. G. Holland |