Where did you come from, baby dear ?
Out of the everywhere into the here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue ?
Out of the sky as I come through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin ?
Some of the starry spikcs left in.

Where did you get that little tear ?
I found it wuiling when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and ligh?
A soft lund stroked it as I went by.

She must be akin to the flowers,

For no one has heard

A whispered word
From this silent baby of ours.
Wondering, she looks at the children,

As they merrily laughing pass,
Anil smiles o'er her face go rippling,

Like sunshine over the grass
And into the heart of the tlowers;

But never a word

Has yet been heard
From this silent darling of ours.
Has she a wonderful wisdom,

Of unspoken knowledge a store,
Hiil away from all curious eyes,

Like the mysterious lore
of the bees and the birds and the flowers :

Is this why no word

Has ever been heard
From this silent baby of ours ?
Ah, baby, from out your


The angel of silence is smiling, --
Though silvern hereafter your specch,

Your silence is golden, — beguiling
All hearts to this darling of ours,

Who speaks not a word

Of all she has heard,
Like the birds, the bees, and the flowers.

What makes your check like a warm white rose ?
Something vcller th 2:1 any one knows.

Wlience that three-cornered smile of bliss !
Thice angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get that pearly car ?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Whicre dia you get those arms and hands ?
Lorc madle itself into hooks and banus.

Fect, whence did you come, you darling things?
Fivin the same box (is the churubs' wings.


How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear ?

I'm in love with you, Baby Louise ! God thought of you, and so I am here.

With your silken hair, and your soft blue eyes,

And the dreamy wisdom that in them lies,
And the faint, sweet smile you brought from the


God's sunshine, Baby Louise.

When you fold your hands, Baby Louise,

Your hands, like a fairy's, so tiny and fair, Os parents' knees, a naked, new-born child,

With a pretty, innocent, saint-like air, Wamping thon sat'st when all around thee smiled: Are you trying to think of some angel-taught So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep,

prayer Thwa then mayst smile while all aroumd thee

You learned above, Baby Louise ?

From the Sanscrit of CALIDASA, by I'm in love with you, Baby Louise !

Why ! you never raise your beautiful head !
Some day, little one, your cheek will grow red
With a flush of delight, to hear the word said,

“I love you,” Baby Louise. SILENT BABY.

Do you hear me, Baby Louise ?

I have sung your praises for nearly an hour, The baby sits in her cradle,

And your lashes keep drooping lower and lower, Watching the world go round,

And - you 've gone to sleep, like a weary flower,
Enwrapt in a mystical silence,

Ungrateful Baby Louise !
Anid all the tumult of sound.


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Her een sae like her mither's een,

Twa gentle, liquid things; Her face is like an angel's face,

We're glad she has nae wings.

She is the buddin' o' our luve,

A giltig God gied us : We man na luve the gist owre veel,

"T wad·be nae blessing thus.

Have you not heard the poets tell
How came the dainty Baby Bell

Into this world of ours?
The gates of heaven were lest ajar :
With foldled hands and alrcamy eyes,
Wanılering 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.

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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 o'er the porch tlie trembling vine

Scemcd bursting with its veins of wine. How sweetly, softly, twilight fell! 0, earth was full of singing-birds And opening spring-tide flowers, When the dainty Baby Bell

Came to this world of ours !

SEATED I see the two again,
But not alone; they entertain
A little angel unaware,
With face as round as is the moon;
A royal guest with flaxen hair,
Who, throned upon his lofty chair,
Drums on the table with his spoon,
Then drops it careless on the floor,
To grasp at things unseen beforc.
Are these celestial manners ? these
The ways that win, the arts that please?
Ah, yes; consider well the guest,
And whatsoe'er he does seems best;
He ruleth by the right divine
Of helplessness, so lately born
In purple chambers of the morn,
As sovereign over thee and thine.
llo speaketh not, and yet there lics
A conversation in his eyes;
The golden silence of the Greek,
Tie gravest wisdom of the wise,
Not spoken in language, but in looks
More legible than printed books.

O, Baby, dainty Baby Bell,
Ilow 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 mcaning, pure 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 :
W2 felt we had a link between
This real world and that unseen-

The land beyond the morn;

And for the love of those ilcar 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 bent down

Like violets after rain.

She only looked more meek and fair !
We parted back her silken hair,
Wc wove the roses round her brow, -.
White buds, the summer's drifted snow,
Wrapt her from head to foot in flowers !
And thus weut dainty Baby Bell
Out of this world of ours !



And now the orchards, which were white
And red with blossoms when she came,
Were rich in autunn's mellow prime;
The clustered apples burnt like flamo,
The soft-cheeked peaches blushed and fell,
The ivory chestnut burst its shell,
The grapes hung purpling in the grango ;
And time wrought just as rich a change

Ju little Baby Bell.
Her lissonic form more perfect grew,

And in her features we coull tracc,

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 !

No baby in the house, I know,

'T is far too nice and clean.
No toys, by careless fingers strewn,

Upon the floors are seen.
No finger-marks are on the pancs,

No scratches on the chairs ;
No wooden men set up in rows,

Or marshalled off in pairs ;
No little stockings to be darned,

All ragged at the toes ;
No pile of mending to be done,

Maile up of baby-clothes ;
No little troubles to be soothcui ;

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 !

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 :

She was Christ's self in purity.




It came upon us by degrees,
We saw its shadow cre it fell,
The knowledge that our God hadi sent
His messenger for Baby Bell.
Wo shuddered with unlanguaged pain,
And all our hopes were changcıl to fears,
And all our thoughts ran into tears

Like sunshine into rain.
We cried aloud in our belief,
“O, smite us gently, gently, Gol !
Teach us to bend and kiss the rol,
And perfect grow through gricf.”
Ah, how

loved her, God can tell ; Her heart was folded deep in ours.

Our hearts are broken, Baby Bell !

What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day ?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birilie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.

What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birlio,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby sleep, a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger,
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.

At last he came, the messenger,

The messenger from unseen lands : And what did dainty Baby Bell? She puly crossed ner little hands,


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