BABY-LAND

BABY-LAND

BY

Wild-Bird

Mrs. Almira L. Corey Frink

Edited by

Olive Bacon Frink

Denver, Colorado

Copyright, 1911, by Olive Bacon Frink

DEDICATION

Father of Lights, to Thee I give

These scattered notes; and as they glide

O’er hilltops bright and valleys wide;

O’er hamlet, old with penury,

Or palace filled with luxury;

O’er city and o’er wilderness;

O’er hearts in gladness or distress,

O, give them, Lord, Thy smile indeed,

And make them like the winged seed,

That spreads on high its silken plumes,

Comes softly down, takes root and blooms,

Forever in the heart to live.

Wild-Bird.

“THERE’S A BABY BORN”

Hark! the shining stars are singing,

And the azure skies are ringing:

Angels joyful news are bringing,

“There’s a baby born.”

Child of Deity, unfolding

In a form of heavenly molding;

Endless life in frailest holding,

Sweet as rosy morn!

“DID YOU KNOW?”

The soft winds played in the summer grove,

That the sunlight made aglow,

When a small face peered through the garden gate

’Mong the roses pure as snow:

And in sweet, shy tones came the wondrous words,

“We’ve a baby; did you know?”

The passer-by caught the accents soft,

And the words seemed to linger there,

Like the fragrant breath of the sweet June rose

On the summer’s balmy air.

And the stranger smiled ’neath his load of cares,

And the sunlight seemed to glow

With a brighter beam, as the echoes came,

“We’ve a baby; did you know?”

And all the way from the cottage bright

Where our mother Eve once sung,

The same sweet words have been spoken oft;

And the echoes clear have rung

Through the summer glades and upon the hills

That were wrapped in robes of snow,

The sweet child voices oft have said,

“We’ve a baby; did you know?”

We all forget what our griefs have been,

And the toils and tears and strife,

As the wee bright angels come to earth,

Just born to an endless life;

And the words will fall like a holy thrill,

As adown life’s path we go,

And listen yet to the echoes sweet,

“We’ve a baby; did you know?”

LULLABY OF THE MOON

Softly sway the little cradle;

Softly in the quiet night

Let my pure beams touch the darling,

As I kissed Eve’s babies bright.

As I played among the tresses

Of her lovely Abel’s head,

As I poured my floods of silver

’Round her happy ones long fled.

When the grand old Ark was building,

Noah’s babies then I kissed,

And they laughed and cooed their welcome,

When full-orbed I cheered the east.

Through the long and fearful Deluge

I was hidden from the Ark,

But when cleared away the tempest

And the sky was chill and dark,

Then I rose, my lamp full-burning,

Pouring silver on the flood,

Till the mighty, shoreless ocean,

Sparkling, shouted praise to God.

How I watched the Ark while billows

Were returning to their place,

And glad hearts from Noah’s window

So rejoiced to see my face.

Sway the little cradle softly;

Let me touch the darling’s cheek.

Every darling, through the ages,

In their thoughts to me will speak.

Baby lips for me are smiling;

Baby fingers point to me,

When my silver sails spread widest

On the great, blue, silent sea.

BABY’S BED

Baby’s little bed should be

White as drifting snow;

Pure and sweet as Heaven’s air,

Where the soft clouds glow.

Baby’s tiny coverlet

Should be lambs’ wool white,

Dainty as the pelican,

Fluffy, warm and light.

Baby’s pillow should be made

Light as eider down,

With a cover clean and soft

As its little gown.

Pin a rose upon the wall,

Something great or small,

Place where baby’s eyes can see

In its quiet revery.

Baby understands the flowers;

They will cheer its waking hours.

Place the feathered songster near;

Let him trill for baby’s ear.

Baby understands sweet song,

With no words of right or wrong.

Guileless babies. Jesus told

How, within the Heavenly Fold,

All the little ones, in grace

See our Father’s blessed face.

There what holy song they learn,

Ne’er to evil ways to turn.

Half the soul-buds of the world

Go to Heaven to be unfurled;

In that Home where ne’er was heard

Thought of sin or evil word.

Baby’s bed is ready now.

See the gladness light its brow.

Softly tuck the velvet feet;

Kiss the dimpled fingers sweet;

Gently sing a lullaby,

Till Love shuts its starry eye.

Baby’s bed’s a sacred place,

Free from every guile.

E’en the weariest of earth

Can but look and smile.

Be not proud, the angels there

Guard the precious one with care,

And the light from Pearly Gates

Shines across the bed,

Where the shining angel waits

At the cradle head.

Sweetest vigils we will keep,

Hush! the darling is asleep.

BABIES

Darling babies, precious babies!

To the cradles flocking, flocking;

Little men and little women

In the cradles rocking, rocking.

Sweetest baby voices cooing;

Dimpled fingers clasping, playing;

Baby smiles and baby glances,

From the cradles swaying, swaying.

O! the stars may pale in ashes,

And the sun may cease its glowing;

But these new-born souls forever

Must be onward going, going!

Bless these tender hearts, O Saviour!

With Thy love these loves entwining;

Make them Thine own fadeless jewels.

In Thy crown forever shining.

LULLABY OF THE ARCTIC

Sleep, baby, sleep;—safe from the storm,

Hid in thy wrappings downy and warm

Tell all the drifting snow

Tell all the winds that blow,

That they must softly go;

Baby is here.

Sleep, baby, sleep; storm-clouds have fled,

And not a snow-flake touched baby’s bed!

Tell the Aurora bright,

Tell all the stars of night,

Send down your cheery light;

Baby is here!

Sleep, baby, sleep: God holds the world:

His starry banner now is unfurled.

Hear what the angels say,

Sent on their shining way,

One soul is pure as they;

Baby is here.

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BABY-LAND

Contents

DEDICATION

“THERE’S A BABY BORN”

“DID YOU KNOW?”

LULLABY OF THE MOON

BABY’S BED

BABIES

LULLABY OF THE ARCTIC

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BABY-LAND

Contents

DEDICATION

“THERE’S A BABY BORN”

“DID YOU KNOW?”

LULLABY OF THE MOON

BABY’S BED

BABIES

LULLABY OF THE ARCTIC

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