“Our children.” O these priceless words Wake all life’s hidden springs; Strike all the chords of hope and joy: New thoughts spread trembling wings; Fears whisper, and emotions weep, While Hope lights up the tears That oft baptize, like dewy spray, Our darlings. May their years Be filled with Wisdom’s holy light, And sweet with holy cheer; And may their brows be crowned with love, Pure as the angels wear. Our precious children! How we toil To gather joys for them; To shield them from the wintry blast: What chilling tides we stem, And when at last we sink in death, God shield each darling one, And keep them all in Virtue’s path; The Tempter’s smile to shun; Redeemed from sin, made pure and wise, For that glad home above the skies. * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Seemingly inconsistent indentation was retained as printed. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Baby-Land, by Mrs. Almira L. Corey Frink and Wild-Bird