  The soft winds played in the summer grove, That the sunlight made aglow, When a small face peered through the garden gate ’Mong the roses pure as snow: And in sweet, shy tones came the wondrous words, “We’ve a baby; did you know?” The passer-by caught the accents soft, And the words seemed to linger there, Like the fragrant breath of the sweet June rose On the summer’s balmy air. And the stranger smiled ’neath his load of cares, And the sunlight seemed to glow With a brighter beam, as the echoes came, “We’ve a baby; did you know?” And all the way from the cottage bright Where our mother Eve once sung, The same sweet words have been spoken oft; And the echoes clear have rung Through the summer glades and upon the hills That were wrapped in robes of snow, The sweet child voices oft have said, We all forget what our griefs have been, And the toils and tears and strife, As the wee bright angels come to earth, Just born to an endless life; And the words will fall like a holy thrill, As adown life’s path we go, And listen yet to the echoes sweet, “We’ve a baby; did you know?” endpaper divider |
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