--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - DeWitt, Henry C. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 22 number: 11 published: 1919-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: "DeWitt, Henry C., \"Baby's Eyes,\" *Improvement Era* 22, no. 11 (September 1919): 992." source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera22011unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera22011unse start_page: 992 end_page: 992 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1919-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera22011unse publication_year: 1919 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1919, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # 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.