I LOVE HIM FOR HIS EYES.

They praised the baby's dimpled hands, His brow so broad and fair, They kiss the dainty rose-bud mouth, Caress the sunny hair. His lisping words, his tottling steps, His smiles they praise and prize, They love him for his cunning ways, I love him for his eyes.

The wealth of golden tinted curls Old Time will streak with snow; The rose-bud mouth so dainty curved To sterner lines will grow. The fleeting years will mark with change Each feature now they prize, Save only the sweet eyes I love— I love him for his eyes.

Those wondrous, wondrous soulful eyes, How strange the spell they fling Unconsciously around my heart; What memories they bring! What buried hours come thronging back— A distant, dearer clime— Another pair of love-lit eyes, Another summer time.

Oh, baby, take your eyes away: They burn into my heart! I'll kiss you once, and say good-by, And hid the tears that start; But through the years to come and go, The changeful scenes to rise, I'll love the little baby boy— I love him for his eyes.