I LOVE HIM FOR HIS EYES. 

They praised the baby's dimpled hands, His brow so broad and fair, They kiss the dainty rose-bud mouth, Caress the sunny hair. His lisping words, his tottling steps, His smiles they praise and prize, They love him for his cunning ways, I love him for his eyes. 

The wealth of golden tinted curls Old Time will streak with snow; The rose-bud mouth so dainty curved To sterner lines will grow. The fleeting years will mark with change Each feature now they prize, Save only the sweet eyes I love—   I love him for his eyes. 

Those wondrous, wondrous soulful eyes, How strange the spell they fling Unconsciously around my heart; What memories they bring! What buried hours come thronging back—   A distant, dearer clime— Another pair of love-lit eyes, Another summer time. 

Oh, baby, take your eyes away:   They burn into my heart! I'll kiss you once, and say good-by, And hid the tears that start; But through the years to come and go, The changeful scenes to rise, I'll love the little baby boy—   I love him for his eyes. 

 

     ONLY. 

Only a sentence earnest spoke, With never a thought to word it, Fell like balm from the sea of calm, On the aching heart that heard it. 

Only a glance, a scornful smile, A wavering purpose altered, Goaded a hand the crime to do At which before it faltered. 

Only a kiss, a love caress, Tender and trustful given, Banished a cloud from brow of care, Made home a woman's Heaven. 

Only a secret, chance disclosed, Whence secret should be never, A doubt crept into the heart that loved   And its light went out forever. 

Only a prayer, a wrong confessed, By suppliant lowly kneeling, Opened the gate where the angels wait, Life's Eden field revealing. 

Careful then scatter the little things, They make life drear and lonely, Or strew its way with flowers gay,—   We live by trifles only. 

 

     SOMEBODY'S BABY'S DEAD. 

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