The Home Book of Verse - Volume 1 By Burton Egbert Stevenson "ONLY A BABY SMALL" Only a baby small, Dropped from the skies, Only a laughing face, Two sunny eyes;Only two cherry lips, One chubby nose;Only two little hands, Ten little toes. Only a golden head, Curly and soft;Only a tongue that wagsLoudly and oft;Only a little brain, Empty of thought;Only a little heart, Troubled with naught. Only a tender flowerSent us to rear;Only a life to loveWhile we are here;Only a baby small, Never at rest;Small, but how dear to us, God knoweth best. Matthias Barr [1831-?] ONLY Something to live for came to the place, Something to die for maybe, Something to give even sorrow a grace, And yet it was only a baby! Cooing, and laughter, and gurgles, and cries, Dimples for tenderest kisses, Chaos of hopes, and of raptures, and sighs, Chaos of fears and of blisses. Last year, like all years, the rose and the thorn;This year a wilderness maybe;But heaven stooped under the roof on the mornThat it brought them only a baby. Harriet Prescott Spofford [1835-1921] INFANT JOY "I have no name;I am but two days old."What shall I call thee?"I happy am, Joy is my name."Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy!Sweet joy, but two days old.Sweet joy I call thee;Thou dost smile, I sing the while;Sweet joy befall thee! William Blake [1757-1827] BABY From "At the Back of the North Wind" Where did you come from, baby dear?Out of the everywhere into the here. Where did you get those eyes so blue?Out of the sky as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear?I found it waiting when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high?A soft hand stroked it as I went by. What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?I saw something better than any one knows. Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?Three angels gave me at once a kiss. Where did you get this pearly ear?God spoke, and it came out to hear. Where did you get those arms and hands?Love made itself into bonds and bands. Feet, where did you come, you darling things?From the same box as the cherubs' 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?God thought about you, and so I am here. George Macdonald [1824-1905] TO A NEW-BORN BABY GIRL And did thy sapphire shallop slipIts moorings suddenly, to dipAdown the clear, ethereal seaFrom star to star, all silently?What tenderness of archangelsIn silver, thrilling syllablesPursued thee, or what dulcet hymnLow-chanted by the cherubim?And thou departing must have heardThe holy Mary's farewell word, Who with deep eyes and wistful smileRemembered Earth a little while. Now from the coasts of morning paleComes safe to port thy tiny sail.Now have we seen by early sun, Thy miracle of life begun.All breathing and aware thou art, With beauty templed in thy heartTo let thee recognize the thrillOf wings along far azure hill, And hear within the hollow skyThy friends the angels rushing by.... We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an en