English poem
THE BABY.
by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop (1851–1926)
Pray, have you heard the news? Sturdy in lungs and thews, There's a fine baby! Ring bells of crystal lip, Wave boughs with blossoming tip; Think what he may be!
Love cannot love enough, Winter is never rough All round such sweetness; One of a million more Sent to the glad heart's door In their completeness!
Such news is never old, Though in each ear't is told, As a first birthday. Welcome, thou ray of light! In golden prayers bedight, Sail down thy mirth-way!