Our Baby Poem by Della Hodgson James

Our Baby



What is more priceless
  Than a babies smile?
Nothing, for there's nothing
  So free from guile.
What is more alluring
  Than a babies eyes?
As bright, as lurid
  As the depth of the skies.

What is more charming
  Than a babies voice?
Sweet, vibrant and clear
  We are left no choice.

What is more appealing
  Than a babies hands?
Soft and tender, yet gripping
  Like steely bands.

What is more sweeter
  Than a babies face?
A radiant sunbeam
  With delicate grace.

What is more purer
  Than a babies life?
So helpless, so innocent
  So free from strife.

O what is a baby?
  A bundle of love,
Priceless little treasures
  Sent down from above.

Come to bring sunshine
  To gladden our life,
To make our homes brighter
  To lessen the strife.

To bind hearts together
  Little healer of wounds,
To drive away sorrow
  To lighten the gloom.

And if you could
  But understand,
They are a gift from
  Another land.

Little angels of mercy
  Little sweet hearted doves,
What is a babies soul?
  Nothing but love.

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