TO
SOPHIA
J.
BAILLIE
,
AN
INFANT
.
SWEET
bud
of
promise
,
fresh
and
fair
,
Just
moving
in
the
morning
air
,
The
morn
of
life
but
just
begun
,
The
sands
of
time
just
set
to
run
!
Sweet
babe
with
cheek
of
pinky
hue
,
With
eyes
of
soft
ethereal
blue
,
With
raven
hair
like
finest
down
Of
unfledged
bird
and
scantly
shewn
Beneath
the
cap
of
cumbrous
lace
,
That
circles
round
thy
placid
face
!
Ah
,
baby
!
little
dost
thou
know
How
many
yearning
bosoms
glow
,
How
many
lips
in
blessings
move
,
How
many
eyes
beam
looks
of
love
At
sight
of
thee
!
Some
future
day
,
And
grant
it
Heaven
!
thou
wilt
repay
The
early
love
of
loving
friends
With
oft-renewed
and
dear
amends
.
Affection
true
,
as
with
a
spell
,
Hath
many
ways
her
tale
to
tell
:
And
thou
,
with
lightsome
laughing
eye
,
Thy
artless
love
wilt
testify
By
proffered
kisses
oft
repeated
,
And
words
at
will
,
when
thou
art
seated
On
the
paternal
knee
,
in
glory
,
Rehearsing
there
thy
mimic
story
—
By
little
errands
,
run
so
fleetly
For
dear
mamma
;
and
when
so
featly
Thou
dost
for
her
the
Dunsbourn
heather
,
The
primrose
and
the
daisy
gather
,
The
daisy
fresh
with
unbruised
stem
,
Like
thee
a
"
bright
and
bonny
gem
"
—
All
this
,
and
more
than
I
can
say
Will
shew
thy
love
some
future
day
.
Sweet
bud
of
hope
,
beloved
,
carest
,
Upon
thy
head
Heaven's
blessing
rest
!
VERSES
ADDED
TO
THE
FOREGOING
BY
THE
BABY'S
PATERNAL
GRANDMOTHER
.
UNCONSCIOUS
babe
!
—
not
even
lines
like
these
Have
power
thy
little
slumbering
sense
to
please
,
Nor
all
the
charms
pourtrayed
with
so
much
grace
,
Can
force
one
smile
from
that
soft
"
placid
face
.
"
But
oh
,
how
sweetly
on
the
parents'
ear
Fall
tender
tones
of
love
from
one
so
dear
!
How
seems
the
little
form
that
pen
has
traced
,
With
future
charms
and
virtues
to
be
graced
,
While
brighter
seem
the
hopes
such
love
bestows
,
And
the
fair
prospect
with
fresh
beauty
glows
.
Dear
,
dear
Joanna
,
well
employed
art
thou
In
weaving
chaplets
for
this
baby's
brow
!
—
For
this
dear
babe
,
who
had
so
welcome
been
To
those
who
now
on
earth
no
more
are
seen
!
For
me
,
for
me
,
in
these
declining
days
,
Nothing
remains
but
humble
prayer
and
praise
:
Praise
for
the
precious
boon
already
given
,
Prayers
for
its
endless
happiness
in
Heaven
!