334 THE BABY S COMING.
When the Master so long ago blessed you He gave you a mission, tis clear ;
For babies love old folks God bless them ! They miss not the golden locks gone ;
They see not the eventide shadow Eclipsing Life s roseate dawn.
Nay, clearer of vision, it may be,
Since nearer than we to the sky, They see the ripe heart s tender treasure,
And pass youth and beauty both by. So, grandma, " your case is not proven."
That babies love old folks is plain ; And Bessie shall help me to prove it
If I hear any mourning again.
��THE BABY S COMING.
NOW for a summer sojourn sweet, My cares all left behind me, My law-books left to gather dust,
While clients cannot find me. The bed and board are promising
Nay, better still, are proving In%trict accord with contract made Before my summer moving.
Alas ! to-day I heard them say What filled my heart with sorrow :
�� �
