Our Baby

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 13, 1911

HELPLESS infant, baby boy, Mama’s pet and papa’s joy! Pride of their fond hearts to-day, Smiling in your baby way At the little world you see As you lie on mama’s knee, Looking up with pink, fat face— Innocence and baby grace.

What more sweet than baby charms Nestled there in mother’s arms? Folded to her heart, so true, Who would give her life for you! New-born love is pictured there, On her brow so pure and fair; And her heart is filled to-night With a mother’s fond delight.

For baby kisses freely given, Thanks ascend in prayer to Heaven From two hearts whose joy to-night Fills the soul’s deep measure quite. O, what rapturous love they feel, When beside thy crib they kneel, As the evening shadows fall, Making pictures on the wall, Thinking of the years to be, As they pray, dear one, for thee.

Baby boy, no tongue can tell Things which in the future dwell; But the Lord, whose smiles endure, We will trust to keep thee pure; We will trust his love and power, To protect thee every hour From the harm along life’s way, Watching o’er thee night and day. Loving angels, in your joy, Guide aright our darling boy!

— Hartford Times.