THE BABY
Reading edition
No shoes to hide her tiny toes, No stockings on her feet; Her little ankles white as snow, Or early blossoms sweet. Her simple dress of sprinkled pink; Her tiny, dimpled chin; Her rosebud lips and bonny mouth With not one tooth between. Her eyes so like her mother's own, Two gentle, liquid things; Her face is like an angel's face— We're glad she has no wings.
HUGH MILLER
