A
BABY SPEAKS
In
Silence I lie and watch thy face, Sweet
Mother mine.
And
think how full thou art of grace, And,
oh how kind!And I almost laugh as I hear you say
“I think the baby has noticed today.”
To
Thee I am “baby” – thou dost not know
How
often I’ve lived – how long agoA chieftain I was, and once a King –
Though now I appear such a little thing!
I’ve
had my share of earthly joy;
Of
woman’s love I’ve made a toy,And once in martyrdom I died –
(To atone for my other sins I tried!)
But
God, a seal upon my lips has set,
And
twill not be lifted ‘till I forget,For God is much wiser than thou or I -
I must not remember how it feels to die!
Dear
little mother, with eyes so brown,
When
I wanted rebirth I sought around ‘Till I found thee, with thy face divine,
And then I knew that thou wert mine –
That thou my mother in truth would be.
Sweetheart, I was wise in choosing thee!
So day by day into thy face
I’ll look until I lose all trace
Of other lives, and only know
That I am here and love thee so.
(Author
Unknown)
(From Magazine “Woman’s Life”, March 7th, 1896)