I LOVE HIM FOR HIS EYES.

By Madge Morris Wagner

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.