BABY MAY. Clutching fingers, straightening jerks, Hands all wants and looks all wonder That have more of love than lovings, To be caught from tray or table; Deep as thoughts of care for nations, 21 THE YOUNG MOTHER TO HER FIRST-BORN. My sweet wee nursling! thou art sweet to me So meek, so calm, so innocently fair? What art thou like? A dormouse, sleek and warm, Yes! thou'rt a charm!-a most mysterious spell! I cannot look on thee, but springing thought A well of future blessedness art thou! My morning star, my crown of gladness now! CHILDREN DEDICATED TO CHRIST. THE FINDING OF MOSES. SLOW glides the Nile: amid the margin flags, Left by a mother's hand. His sister waits Approach the river bank, approach the spot Where sleeps the innocent; she sees them stoop And wakes the infant, smiling in his tears, As when along a little mountain-lake, The Summer south-wind breathes, with gentle sigh, A water lily floating on the wave. CHILDREN DEDICATED TO CHRIST. JESUS, our gentle Shepherd, see These tender lambs of Zion's fold; Gather and guard them as of old: 25 D |