The Lost Baby.
The birds are singing sweet and clear,
Their songs are full of gladness,
The sun is shining bright, but still
My heart is filled with sadness.
It matters not how glad the birds,
Or fair the sunny day be.
My heart is heavy with its grief,
I’ve lost my little baby.
Oh have you seen him passing by,
A bonnie little fellow,
With eyes as blue as summer’s sky
And silky curls of yellow?
He disappeared quite suddenly
And left no sign or token
To let me know where he has gone;
My heart is almost broken.
A manly lad is in his place,
Much taller and much older,
With boots and pockets, sun-burned face,
A school-bag on his shoulder.
Who clasps his arms around my neck,
And laughs with boyish vigor—
“Why Auntie, dear, that baby’s me,
Only I’m grown up bigger.”
