Classic Poem

Baby Land is Beauty Land.
(Kiss brow and chin!)
Watch the pictures that she paints
For happy kith and kin,
— Shifting sunshine on the hair,
Rose-tint in the skin,
And sweetest hesitating curves
Where the smiles begin.
Such a fireside Raphael is
Little Katharine.

Love Land and Baby Land!
(Who may kisses win?)
Everywhere her blue eyes glance,
Waits a paladin.
All her world is tender-toned,
Hurt and comfort twin.
Treasures seek the tiny hands
That neither toil nor spin.
Softly home encompasses
Little Katharine.

Baby Land is Holy Land,
(Kiss a blessing in!)
— Just a baby's step beyond
God our Origin.
So lightly draws the cloud between,
Lily cloud and thin,
Undarkened yet by rain of grief
And stormy gusts of sin,
She hardly knows she's out of heaven,
Little Katharine.