INFANCY. THE BABY. WHERE did you come from, baby dear? Where did you get your eyes so blue? What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Where did you get that little tear? What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand stroked it as I went by. What makes your cheek like a warm white rose? Something better than any one knows. Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss. Where did you get that pearly ear? God spoke, and it came out to hear. Where did you get those arms and hands? Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? From the same box as the cherub's wings. |