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Thorny and cruel and cold and gray：
Rebels within thee； and foes without；
Will snatch at thy crown。 But march on； glorious；
Martyr； yet monarch！ till angels shout；
As thou sittest at the feet of God victorious；
〃Philip； the king！〃
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik ＇1826…1887＇
THE KING OF THE CRADLE
Draw back the cradle curtains； Kate；
While watch and ward you're keeping；
Let's see the monarch in his state；
And view him while he's sleeping。
He smiles and clasps his tiny hand；
With sunbeams o'er him gleaming； …
A world of baby fairyland
He visits while he's dreaming。
Monarch of pearly powder…puff；
Asleep in nest so cosy；
Shielded from breath of breezes rough
By curtains warm and rosy：
He slumbers soundly in his cell；
As weak as one decrepid；
Though King of Coral； Lord of Bell；
And Knight of Bath that's tepid。
Ah； lucky tyrant！ Happy lot！
Fair watchers without number；
Who sweetly sing beside his cot；
And hush him off to slumber；
White hands in wait to smooth so neat
His pillow when its rumpled …
A couch of rose leaves soft and sweet；
Not one of which is crumpled！
Will yonder dainty dimpled hand …
Size； nothing and a quarter …
E'er grasp a saber； lead a band
To glory and to slaughter？
Or； may I ask； will those blue eyes …
In baby patois； 〃peepers〃 …
E'er in the House of Commons rise；
And try to catch the Speaker's？
Will that smooth brow o'er Hansard frown；
Confused by lore statistic？
Or will those lips e'er stir the town
From pulpit ritualistic？
Will e'er that tiny Sybarite
Become an author noted？
That little brain the world's delight；
Its works by all men quoted？
Though rosy； dimpled； plump； and round
Though fragile； soft； and tender；
Sometimes； alas！ it may be found
The thread of life is slender！
A little shoe； a little glove …
Affection never waning …
The shattered idol of our love
Is all that is remaining！
Then does one chance； in fancy； hear；
Small feet in childish patter；
Tread soft as they a grave draw near；
And voices hush their chatter；
'Tis small and new； they pause in fear；
Beneath the gray church tower；
To consecrate it with a tear；
And deck it with a flower。
Who can predict the future； Kate …
Your fondest aspiration！
Who knows the solemn laws of fate；
That govern all creation？
Who knows what lot awaits your boy …
Of happiness or sorrow？
Sufficient for to…day is joy；
Leave tears； Sweet； for to…morrow！
Joseph Ashby…Sterry ＇1838…1917＇
THE FIRSTBORN
So fair； so dear； so warm upon my bosom；
And in my hands the little rosy feet。
Sleep on； my little bird； my lamb； my blossom；
Sleep on； sleep on； my sweet。
What is it God hath given me to cherish；
This living； moving wonder which is mine …
Mine only？ Leave it with me or I perish；
Dear Lord of love divine。
Dear Lord； 'tis wonderful beyond all wonder；
This tender miracle vouchsafed to me；
One with myself； yet just so far asunder
That I myself may see。
Flesh of my flesh； and yet so subtly linking
New selfs with old； all things that I have been
With present joys beyond my former thinking
And future things unseen。
There life began； and here it links with heaven；
The golden chain of years scarce dipped adown
From birth； ere once again a hold is given
And nearer to God's Throne。
Seen； held in arms and clasped around so tightly； …
My love； my bird； I will not let thee go。
Yet soon the little rosy feet must lightly
Go pattering to and fro。
Mine； Lord； all mine Thy gift and loving token。
Mine … yes or no； unseen its soul divine？
Mine by the chain of love with links unbroken；
Dear Saviour； Thine and mine。
John Arthur Goodchild ＇1851…
NO BABY IN THE HOUSE
No baby in the house； I know；
'Tis far too nice and clean。
No toys； by careless fingers strewn；
Upon the floors are seen。
No finger…marks are on the panes；
No scratches on the chairs；
No wooden men setup in rows；
Or marshaled off in pairs；
No little stockings to be darned；
All ragged at the toes；
No pile of mending to be done；
Made up of baby…clothes；
No little troubles to be soothed；
No little hands to fold；
No grimy fingers to be washed；
No stories to be told；
No tender kisses to be given；
No nicknames； 〃Dove〃 and 〃Mouse〃；
No merry frolics after tea； …
No baby in the house！
Clara Dolliver ＇18 …
OUR WEE WHITE ROSE
From 〃The Mother's Idol Broken〃
All in our marriage garden
Grew； smiling up to God；
A bonnier flower than ever
Sucked the green warmth of the sod；
O； beautiful unfathomably
Its little life unfurled；
And crown of all things was our wee
White Rose of all the world。
From out a balmy bosom
Our bud of beauty grew；
It fed on smiles for sunshine；
On tears for daintier dew：
Aye nestling warm and tenderly；
Our leaves of love were curled
So close and close about our wee
White Rose of all the world。
With mystical faint fragrance
Our house of life she filled；
Revealed each hour some fairy tower
Where winged hopes might build！
We saw … though none like us might see …
Such precious promise pearled
Upon the petals of our wee
White Rose of all the world。
But evermore the halo
Of angel…light increased；
Like the mystery of moonlight
That folds some fairy feast。
Snow…white； snow…soft； snow…silently
Our darling bud uncurled；
And dropped in the grave … God's lap … our wee
White Rose of all the world。
Our Rose was but in blossom；
Our life was but in spring；
When down the solemn midnight
We heard the spirits sing；
〃Another bud of infancy
With holy dews impearled！〃
And in their hands they bore our wee
White Rose of all the world。
You scarce could think so small a thing
Could leave a loss so large；
Her little light such shadow fling
From dawn to sunset's marge。
In other springs our life may be
In bannered bloom unfurled；
But never； never match our wee
White Rose of all the world。
Gerald Massey ＇1828…1907＇
INTO THE WORLD AND OUT
Into the world he looked with sweet surprise；
The children laughed so when they saw his eyes。
Into the world a rosy hand in doubt
He reached … a pale hand took one rosebud out。
〃And that was all … quite all！〃 No； surely！ But
The children cried so when his eyes were shut。
Sarah M。 B。 Piatt ＇1836…1919＇
〃BABY SLEEPS〃
She is not dead； but sleepeth。 … Luke viii。 52。
The baby wept；
The mother took it from the nurse's arms；
And hushed its fears； and soothed its vain alarms；
And baby slept。
Again it weeps；
And God doth take it from the mother's arms；
From present griefs； and future unknown harms；
And baby sleeps。
Samuel Hinds ＇1793…1872＇
BABY BELL
I
Have you not heard the poets tell
How came the dainty Baby Bell
Into this world of ours？
The gates of heaven were left ajar：
With folded hands and dreamy eyes；
Wandering out of Paradise；
She saw this planet； like a star；
Hung in the glistening depths of even …
Its bridges； running to and fro；
O'er which the white…winged Angels go；
Bearing the holy Dead to heaven。
She touched a bridge of flowers … those feet；
So light they did not bend the bells
Of the celestial asphodels；
They fell like dew upon the flowers：
Then all the air grew strangely sweet。
And thus came dainty Baby Bell
Into this world of ours。
II
She came and brought delicious May；
The swallows built beneath the eaves；
Like sunlight； in and out the leaves
The robins went； the livelong day；
The lily swung its noiseless bell；
And on the porch the slender vine
Held out its cups of fairy wine。
How tenderly the twilights fell！
Oh； earth was full of singing…birds
And opening springtide flowers；
When the dainty Baby Bell
Came to this world of ours。
III
O Baby； dainty Baby Bell；
How fair she grew from day to day！
What woman…nature filled her eyes；
What poetry within them lay …
Those deep and tender twilight eyes；
So full of meaning； pure and bright
As if she yet stood in the light
Of those oped gates of Paradise。
And so we loved her more and more：
Ah； never in our hearts before
Was love so lovely born：
We felt we had a link between
This real world and that unseen …
The land beyond the morn；
And for the love of those dear eyes；
For love of her whom God led forth；
（The mother's being ceased on earth
When Baby came from Paradise；） …
For love of Him who smote our lives；
And woke the chords of joy and pain；
We said； Dear Christ！ … our hearts bowed down
Like violets after rain。
IV
And now the orchards； which were white
And pink with blossoms when she came；
Were rich in autumn's mellow prime；
The clustered apples burnt like flame；
The folded chestnut burst its shell；
The grapes hung purpling； range on range；
And time wrought just as rich a change
In little Baby Bell。
Her lissome form more perfect grew；
And in her features we could trace；
In softened curves； her mother's face。
Her angel…nature ripened too：
We thought her lovely when she came；
But she was holy； saintly now 。。。
Around her pale angelic brow
We saw a slender ring of flame。
V
God's hand had taken away the seal
That held the portals of her speech；
And oft she said a few strange words
Whose meaning lay beyond our reach。
She never was a child to us；
We never held her being's key；
We could not teach her holy things
Who was Christ's self in purity。
VI
It came upon us by degrees；
We saw its shadow ere it fell …
The knowledge that our God had sent
His messenger for Baby Bell。
We shuddered with unlanguaged pain；
And all our hopes were changed to fears；
And all our thoughts ran into tears
Like sunshine into rain。
We cried aloud in our belief；
〃Oh； smite us gently； gently； God！
Teach us to bend and kiss the rod；
And perfect grow through grief。〃
Ah！ how we loved her； God can tell；
Her heart was folded deep in ours。
Our hearts are broken； Baby Bell！
VII
At last he came； the messenger；
The messenger from unseen lands：
And what did dainty Baby Bell？
She only crossed her little hands；
She only looked more meek and fair！
We parted back her silken hair；
We wove the roses round her brow …
White buds； the summer's drifted snow …
Wrapped her from head to foot in flowers 。。。
And thus went dainty Baby Bell
Out of this world of ours。
Thomas Bailey Aldrich ＇1837…1907＇
IN THE NURSERY
MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES
…
Mistress Mary； quite contrary；
How does your garden grow？
With cockle…shells； and silver bells；
And pretty maids all in a row。
…
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe；
She had so
