Babyhood Quotes

Sweet is the infant's waking smile,
And sweet the old man's rest--
But middle age by no more

Sweet is the infant's waking smile,
And sweet the old man's rest--
But middle age by no fond wile,
No soothing calm is blest.

Suck, baby! suck! mother's love grows by giving:
Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting!
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Suck, baby! suck! mother's love grows by giving:
Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting!
Black manhood comes when riotous guilty living
Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting.

The hair she means to have is gold,
Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old,
Plump more

The hair she means to have is gold,
Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old,
Plump are her fists and pinky.
She fluttered down in lucky hour
From some blue deep in yon sky bower--
I call her "Little Dinky."

A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel,
Perplex'd with the newly found fardel of life.

A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel,
Perplex'd with the newly found fardel of life.

O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is more

O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is shed,
Like a celestial benison!
Here at the portal thou dost stand,
And with thy little hand
Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land.

A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.

A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended more

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended her knee;
Oh! bless'd be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.

He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
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He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us was short, and 'twas most meet,
That he should be no delver in earth's clod,
Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet
To stand before his God:
O blest word--Evermore!

Have you not heard the poets tell
How came the dainty Baby Bell
Into this world of more

Have you not heard the poets tell
How came the dainty Baby Bell
Into this world of ours?

Oh those little, those little blue shoes!
Those shoes that no little feet use.
Oh, the price more

Oh those little, those little blue shoes!
Those shoes that no little feet use.
Oh, the price were high
That those shoes would buy,
Those little blue unused shoes!