A BABY to a Baby prays, O Infant Jesus, meek and mild, From 'mid the glory and the rays Look on a little child. As one child to another may, He talks without a thought of fear, Commending to a Child to-day All that a child holds dear:— His father, mother, brother, nurse, His cat, his dog, his bird, his toys, Things that make up the universe Of darling girls and boys. All sheep and horses, lambs and cows, He counts them o'er, a motley crew, And children in the neighbour's house, And all the people too. A child lifts up his little hands Unto a Child; and it may be The Host of Heaven at gazing stands That tender sight to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOW BAROMETER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE BELFRY PIGEON by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS HAPPY CHRISTMASTIDE by GERTRUDE ELOISE BEALER THE STATION MAN, ON LOOK-OUT by ARCHIE BINNS A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |