THE BABY.

Pray, have you heard the news?

Sturdy in lungs and thews,

There's a fine baby!

Ring bells of crystal lip,

Wave boughs with blossoming tip;

Think what he may be!

Love cannot love enough,

Winter is never rough

All round such sweetness;

One of a million more

Sent to the glad heart's door

In their completeness!

Such news is never old,

Though in each ear't is told,

As a first birthday.

Welcome, thou ray of light!

In golden prayers bedight,

Sail down thy mirth-way!