Page 4—Baby Rhymes

A Piece of Poetry for Mother and Father to Read

I suppose if all the children,
Who have lived through ages long,
Were collected and inspected
They would make a wondrous throng.

Oh the babble of the Babel!
Oh, the flutter and the fuss;
To begin with Cain and Abel,
And to finish up with us!

Some have never laughed nor spoken,
Never used their rosy feet;
Some have even flown to heaven,
Ere they knew that earth was sweet.

And indeed, I wonder whether,
If we reckon every birth,
And bring such a flock together,
There is room for them on earth.

Think of all the men and women
Who are now and who have been;
Every nation since creation
That this world of ours has seen.

And of all of them not any
But was once a baby small;
While of children, oh, how many
Never have grown up at all.

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