Dimpled hands and dimpled cheeks,
Dimpled chin beguiling;
Rows of gleaming, pearly teeth,
Rosy lips a smiling.
Rings of dark and shining hair,
Around a white brow clinging;
Hazel eyes where gladness shines,
And sets the heart to singing.
Dainty feet with dimpled toes,
Little hands caressing;
Gurgling laugh and lisping tongue
Helplessness confessing.
Roguish glances, sidelong, sweet,
What is Baby doing?
Face half hidden in my breast,
All my kisses wooing.
Softly, softly slumber comes,
See her eyes are closing;
Cupid, shorn of bow and wings,
In my arms reposing.
Blessed home where baby comes,
What a void without her;
Joy and love and sunshine bright,
Lingers all about her.
Not a shadow comes to me,
But at once 'tis lifted,
Just because this Baby sweet,
Down from Heaven drifted.