The Baby's Baby

Into themidst of the crowded street, Alraost under the hurrylng feet, Tliere feil a thought of the heart Divine, Thiit thrilled to the very core of mine. Clinglug close to a totl-worn hiad, Thert pussed asltailaw froin baby -land - Only a shudow - so wlilte and Ihin It lacked the round of a baby's chin. Itlacked the cornl of baby Ups, The pink of a baby's nnger tips, The sllken noss ot a baby's liulr, Kls-sed and smoolhed wltli the sweetest cure. Bnt out of lts Innocent baby eyes. There looked a baby's sweet surprise, And close to lts Innocent baby breast, A baby's baby wasttghtly prest. Waverlng slow, wlth uncertain tread, It followed si i 11 where lts motlier led, Ever lovlngly glanclns down On Ihat headless doll in a ragged gown. And at every glance lts love and prlde Caine and went llke a rosy tlde Over lts poor llttle pallld face - Frall llly buds In auolsome place. It passer!, but an angel walks wltb me In the shupe of lts lovely raemory, And out of the longday 8 toll and care, I brought tlilK blossom and fruit so fair. No llfe so narrow, no heart so lone. No hands so empty they hold not one Of the loves tbatbtess. And Qod above Sbares wlth that baby the Joy of love.