II.— TO A BABY BOY

Who I am I shall not say,

But I send you this bouquet

With this query, baby mine:

“Will you be my valentine?”

See these roses blushing blue,

Very like your eyes of hue;

While these violets are the red

Of your cheeks. It can be said

Ne'er before was babe like you.

And I think it is quite true

No one e'er before to-day

Sent so wondrous a bouquet

As these posies aforesaid —

Roses blue and violets red!

Sweet, repay me sweets for sweets —

‘ Tis your lover who entreats!

Smile upon me, baby mine —

Be my little valentine!