THE BABY'S CLOTHES.
Reading edition
Let poets praise, as in days gone by, The wealth of a loving maiden's sigh; The bliss ecstatic of every bride, And honeymoon pleasures that ne'er subside; I sing of a happier time than those, The time when making the baby's clothes. A girlish heart may o'erflow with joy When with the one she would call "her boy," And a doting wife may fail to cloy A heart kept free from every alloy; But joys surpassing the sweetest of those Come when preparing the baby's clothes.