BABY MARY

By Madison Julius Cawein

Deep in baby Mary's eyes,

Baby Mary's sweet blue eyes,

Dwell the golden memories

Of the music once her ears

Heard in far-off Paradise;

So she has no time for tears,—

Baby Mary,—

Listening to the songs she hears.

Soft in baby Mary's face,

Baby Mary's lovely face,

If you watch, you, too, may trace

Dreams her spirit-self hath seen

In some far-off Eden-place,

Whence her soul she can not wean,—

Baby Mary,—

Dreaming in a world between.