LOVE'S DICTIONARY.
What is the sweetest?
The Baby's mouth,
With its pure, soft breathing coming and going,
Like perfume of winds from the sunny South,
Over the orange and lime-trees blowing.
Dimples hid in the curving tips,
Rose-leaf bloom on the gracious lips,
Tremulous smiling,
Soul beguiling,
This is the sweetest.
The Baby's mouth,
With its pure, soft breathing coming and going,
Like perfume of winds from the sunny South,
Over the orange and lime-trees blowing.
Dimples hid in the curving tips,
Rose-leaf bloom on the gracious lips,
Tremulous smiling,
Soul beguiling,
This is the sweetest.
What is the brightest?
The Baby's eyes,
A heaven of gladness within them sleeping;
Questioning light that comes and flies,
Moving our hearts to smiles and weeping,
Trust and hope and divinest love,
Caught from the altar-fires above,
Gleaming and glowing,
Joy bestowing,
This is the brightest.
The Baby's eyes,
A heaven of gladness within them sleeping;
Questioning light that comes and flies,
Moving our hearts to smiles and weeping,
Trust and hope and divinest love,
Caught from the altar-fires above,
Gleaming and glowing,
Joy bestowing,
This is the brightest.
What is the strongest?
The Baby's hand,
With its tiny fingers groping and clasping,
Measuring out life's golden sands,
And strong men's souls in its strange might grasping.
O what is power and pomp and place
To the tender touch of its dimpled grace!
Clinging, caressing,
Leading and blessing,
This is the strongest.
The Baby's hand,
With its tiny fingers groping and clasping,
Measuring out life's golden sands,
And strong men's souls in its strange might grasping.
O what is power and pomp and place
To the tender touch of its dimpled grace!
Clinging, caressing,
Leading and blessing,
This is the strongest.