Through her tiny lips so rosy Peeps one tooth as white as milk, And her sunny, golden tresses Are as soft as finest silk; With her dimpled hands and fingers, And her little pink-white toes, She is just the fairest creature, Sweet and pure as any rose. Oh, she is our little darling, Sent to us by God above, As a token of his goodness, As a symbol of his love; And we prize our tiny treasure, For an angel sure must dwell, Undefiled and pure and spotless, In the form of baby Nell. A HAPPY NEW YEAR. New Year has come! New Year has come! Oh, children sweet and dear, And from our pleasant spirit home We’ve seen its face appear; ’Tis fresh and clear, and full of smiles, And beaming o’er with mirth, ’Tis bright with charming little wiles, To please old Mother-Earth. I know its happy hours dawn In sunbeams sweet and mild, That bring a story, or a song, To every laughing child; I know its hands are full of love For children sweet and dear, It comes in gladness from above, This gentle, bright New Year. Oh, it is full of work and play, To share with little boys And little girls, it comes your way, To bring you pleasant joys; And when you deeds of kindness show To others whom you meet, Its hours with happiness will glow All pure and rich and sweet. New Year has come! New Year has come! Oh, meet it children, dear, With shouts of welcome to your home— This happy, glad New Year! Oh, smile upon it with your love, And make its life more sweet— It is an angel from above To guide your little feet! SNOW DROPS. Beneath the coverlet of snow, Two little flowers learn to grow; Their cheeks are pale and white and fair, Their lips are sweet as summer air. At first they shiver in the cold, Then grow more fearless, calm and bold, To push aside the snowy sheet And lift their faces pure and sweet.