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• Little Goldenhair

  Goldenhair climbed up on grandpapa’s knee;
  Dear little Goldenhair! tired was she,
  All the day busy as busy could be. …

  Mrs. F. Burge Smith

• The Unfinished Prayer

  “now I lay,”—repeat it, darling.
  “Lay me,” lisped the tiny lips
  Of my daughter, kneeling, bending …

  Anonymous

• Cuddle Doon

  The Bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
  Wi’ muckle faught an’ din;
  “Oh try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues, …

  Alexander Anderson

• Seven Times One

  There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover,
  There’s no rain left in heaven.
  I ’ve said my “seven times” over and over,— …

  Jean Ingelow

• The Lost Heir

  “O where, and O where
  Is my bonnie laddie gone?”
  —OLD SONG. …

  Thomas Hood

• The Gambols of Children

  Down the dimpled greensward dancing,
  Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy,—
  Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing, …

  George Darley

• The Child in the Garden

  From The Atlantic Magazine
  WHEN to the garden of untroubled thought
  I came of late, and saw the open door, …

  Henry Van Dyke

• To a Child During Sickness

  SLEEP breathes at last from out thee,
  My little patient boy;
  And balmy rest about thee …

  Leigh Hunt

• Baby Bell

  I.
  have you not heard the poets tell
  How came the dainty Baby Bell …

  Thomas Bailey Aldrich

• Our Wee White Rose

  All in our marriage garden
  Grew, smiling up to God,
  A bonnier flower than ever …

  Gerald Massey

• Baby’s Shoes

  O, Those little, those little blue shoes!
  Those shoes that no little feet use.
  O the price were high …

  William Cox Bennett

• Baby Zulma’s Christmas Carol

  A Lighter scarf of richer fold
  The morning flushed upon our sight,
  And Evening trimmed her lamps of gold, …

  Augustus Julian Requier

• On the Death of an Infant

  From the Dutch by H. S. Van Dyk
  A HOST of angels flying,
  Through cloudless skies impelled, …

  Dirk Smits

• “Three years she grew”

  Three years she grew in sun and shower;
  Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower
  On earth was never sown: …

  William Wordsworth

• “We are seven”

  A Simple child,
  That lightly draws its breath,
  And feels its life in every limb, …

  William Wordsworth

• Boyhood

  Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
  The minutes parting one by one, like rays
  That fade upon a summer’s eve. …

  Washington Allston

• Pictures of Memory

  Among the beautiful pictures
  That hang on Memory’s wall
  Is one of a dim old forest, …

  Alice Cary

• The Mitherless Bairn

  An Inverary correspondent writes: “Thom gave me the following narrative as to the origin of ‘The Mitherless Bairn’; I quote his own words. ‘When I was livin’ in Aberdeen, I was limpin’ roun’ the house to my garret, when I heard the greetin’ o’ a wean. A lassie was thumpin’ a bairn, when out cam a…

  William Thom

• My Mother’s Picture

  Out of Norfolk, the Gift of My Cousin, Ann Bodham
  O THAT those lips had language! Life has passed
  With me but roughly since I heard thee last. …

  William Cowper

• “I remember, I remember”

  I Remember, I remember
  The house where I was born,
  The little window where the sun …

  Thomas Hood

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