TO BABY, WILMA--1916 

What is it worth, a baby's smile, 
The love in those blue eyes, 
The clinging touch of little hands? 
No gold this blessing buys. 

A sacred trust is given us, 
To watch the budding soul, 
To guard, to guide with tender care 
And see the flower unfold. 

Within my heart I pray this prayer, 
"Oh, make me wise and good 
That I may wear more worthily 
The crown of motherhood."

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