Day old child

Day-Old Child.


My day old child lay in my arms,
With my lips against her ear
I,whispered strongly,"How I wish--
I,wish that u could hear;


"I've a hundred wonderful things to say
(A tiny cough and a nod),
Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow
So I, can tell you about God"


My day-old baby's mouth was still
And my words only tickled her ear.
But a kind of a light passed through her eyes,
And I, saw this thought appear:


"How I, wish I, had a voice and words;
I've a hundred things to say.
Before I, forget I'd tell you of God--
I, left Him yesterday."