Edgar Albert Guest Baby Poems

A BABY is the best to love,
She always smiles when you draw near,
Though ugly you may be of face,
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'How much do babies cost?' said he
The other night upon my knee;
And then I said: 'They cost a lot;
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Pinker than the roses that enrich a summer's day,
Splashing in the bath tub or just kicking them in play,
Nothing in the skies above or earth below as sweet,
As fascinating to me as a baby's little feet.
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Home was never home before,
Till the baby came.
Love no golden jewels wore,
Till the baby came.
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When a little baby dies
And the wee form silent lies,
And the little cheeks seem waxen
And the little hands are still,
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Something to talk about, something to do,
Something to laugh at the whole day through,
Something to look at with pride and with glee,
Something for friends to come in just to see;
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Tell me, what is half so sweet
As a baby's tiny feet,
Pink and dainty as can be,
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The telephone rang in my office to-day,
as it often has tinkled before.
I turned in my chair in a half-grouchy way,
for a telephone call is a bore;
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Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,
For all the dreams of all the world are hovering 'round them there;
And be the baby in his cot or nestling in her arms,
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Sue's got a baby now, an' she
Is like her mother used to be;
Her face seems prettier, an' her ways
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