Baby's Eyes

Baby's Eyes

Do ever you look into Baby's eyes In his earliest days of life? I do, and I find there the greatest prize In this work-a-day world of strife. 'Tis there I see innocence, love and grace, And a calmness and peace serene, Suggesting a halo about his face That elsewhere is but rarely seen. How oft have we sought for the pure in heart, How oft have we sought for love, For love that is perfect in every part, That is drawn from the realms above! Oh, ye mothers of babies, how blest are ye, And ye fathers of children, too. Look into the eyes of your babies and see Such love that is pure and true. Canst wonder at all, that the Savior took In his arms such a little child? Canst picture a moment, his tender look When ye list to his words so mild: "Except ye become as this dear, sweet thing, In no wise can ye enter in, My kingdom is such that ye cannot bring There the semblance of strife or sin"? And children, who come from that land above To this work-a-day world of strife, Bring with them each one such a wealth of love, And a glimpse of their former life. There's absence of sorrow, distrust and fear, There's a sense of such calm and rest When clasped to your bosom are children dear, With their flossy heads on your breast! you the reason why this is so, I'll tell And I joy in the glorious truth, It fills all my soul with a tender glow And the spirit of joyful youth: The children have come from those realms of light Where the Truth is their noblest prize, Whose innocent rays of the purest white Are reflected in Baby's eyes. Sydney, Australia. Henry C. de Witt.