Our Baby

Oh, have you seen her? You should see
    Our Baby Girl, our little one,
An opening bud of mystery,
    An everlasting hope begun.

Our Baby is a sunny thing,
    A sunny thing of love & light,
A little blossom of the spring,
    A tiny lily sweet & white.

Her eyes are of the softest blue,
    And in the whiteness of her face
Are like the sky gaps breaking through
    A pearly clouds disrobing lace.

Our Baby’s arms are little wings
    That flutter plumeless in the air,
And in her infant crooning sings
    The angel-music, unaware.

A sweetness clings to all her flesh
    Like early grasses steeped in dew,
And in her silky hairs the flesh
    Faint odors that from Heaven she drew.

See, Beauty will not scorn these toes,
    Ten lily-buds that peep & gleam;
Just tinted with a shade of rose,
    A mystery to herself they seem.

And mask the curved & pinky heels,
    I guess they match the lip of Day
When first the flings, for love he feels,
    His kisses to the Queen of May.

And every day some prettier twin
    Will open in her baby grace,
Some brighter glimpse of soul will bow
    Through the pure whiteness of her face.

A thousand things our Baby knows,
    A thousand things she cannot tell,
For the remember’s Eden’s rose,
    And sunny banks of asphodel.

And she has not forgotten, quite,
    The glory of her home above,
She sees it in the smile of light,
    She sees it in the smile of love!

Our Baby answers them in smiles
    As full of light & love as they,
Drawing our elder hearts, with wiles
    Of sweetness to her infant play.

And oh, as thus she brings us back
    To childhood’s simple truth & love,
Be ours to keep her climbing track
    As sinless to her home above!