What is more priceless
Than a babies smile?
Nothing, for there's nothing
So free from guile.
What is more alluring
Than a babies eyes?
As bright, as lurid
As the depth of the skies.
What is more charming
Than a babies voice?
Sweet, vibrant and clear
We are left no choice.
What is more appealing
Than a babies hands?
Soft and tender, yet gripping
Like steely bands.
What is more sweeter
Than a babies face?
A radiant sunbeam
With delicate grace.
What is more purer
Than a babies life?
So helpless, so innocent
So free from strife.
O what is a baby?
A bundle of love,
Priceless little treasures
Sent down from above.
Come to bring sunshine
To gladden our life,
To make our homes brighter
To lessen the strife.
To bind hearts together
Little healer of wounds,
To drive away sorrow
To lighten the gloom.
And if you could
But understand,
They are a gift from
Another land.
Little angels of mercy
Little sweet hearted doves,
What is a babies soul?
Nothing but love.
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