Poems (Barker)/To Baby Brewster

by Alice J. Green Barker

To Bay Brewster.

Sweet little babe, with thine eyes soft and tender
 Dear little herald of blessing and joy,
Angels of heaven rejoice o'er thy beauty:
 Baby—our baby—our own precious boy.
God was so good when He sent this wee blossom,
 Fresh from the garden of flowers above,
Into our hearts by His kind hands transplanted,
 Ever to cherish, and care for, and love.

Gentle the hands that will lead thee, dear baby,
 Tender the lips that will answer thy call,
Strong the fond arms that will shelter and fold thee,
 Lest in the weakness our darling should fall.
If in our power lies the secret of making
 Life every moment a season of joy,
Thine shall be glad as the song of the wild birds,
 Thine shall be bright as the morn, darling boy.

Wee precious babe, how our love wraps thy being!
 Folding thee closer and closer each hour:
Came this dear gift from the Father all-seeing,
 He, whose kind love sends the sunshine and shower.
See the white eyelids close heavy with slumber,
 Blessed and sweet be thine innocent sleep;
Papa and mama will watch by thee, baby,
 Glad is the vigil our happy hearts keep.

Sweet is the lesson this little one teaches,
 Lying so peaceful, and fair, and serene;
Strange, that the sermon he silently preaches,
 Points both our hearts to the dear Nazarene.
Bless thee, our darling, our beautiful baby,
 Blessings unthought of-unnumbered we see;
Heaven, hope and happiness, pure and unsullied,
 Entered our dwelling sweet baby with thee.