THE BABY'S DRAWER.

Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 116, 28 April 1870, Page 7

THE BABY'S DRAWER.

There's siiftle drawer in my chamber Guarded with tenderest care, Where the dainty clothes are lying, That my darling shall never wear. And there, while the hours are waning, Till the house is all at rest, I sit and fancy a baby Close to my aching breast. My darling's pretty white garments ! I wrought them, sitting apart, "While his mystic life was throbbing Under my throbbing heart. And often my happy dreaming Breaks in a little song, lake the murmur of birds at brooding When the days are warm and long. I finished the dainty wardrobe, And the drawer was almost full With robes of the finest muslin, And robes of the whitest wooL I folded them all together, With a rose for every pair, Smiling, and Baying, " Gem fragrant, Fit for, my prince to wear." Ah, the radiant summer morning, So full of a mother's joy, " Thank God he is fair and perfect, My beautiful, new-born boy." Let him wear the pretty white garment I wrought while sitting apart ; Lay him, so sweet and so helpless, Here, close to my .throbbing heart. Many and many an evening I sit, since my baby came, Saying, " What do the angels call him ?" For he died without a name ; Sit while the hours are waning, And the house is all at rest, And fancy a baby nestling, Close to my aching breast.