I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,
And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby;
And there was a look on the face of the mother,
That I knew could mean only one thing, and no other.
The mother, I said to myself, for I knew
That the woman before me was certainly that;
And there lay in a corner a tiny cloth shoe,
And I saw on a stand such a wee little hat;
And the beard of the husband said, plain as could be,
'Two fat chubby hands have been tugging at me.'
And he took from his pocket a gay picture-book,
And a dog that could bark, if you pulled on a string;
And the wife laid them up with such a pleased look;
And I said to myself, 'There is no other thing
But a babe that could bring about all this, and so
That one thing is in hiding somewhere, I know.'
I stayed but a moment, and saw nothing more,
And heard not a sound, yet I know I was right;
What else could the shoe mean that lay on the floor,
The book and the toy, and the faces so bright;
And what made the husband as still as a mouse?
I am sure, very sure, there's a babe in that house.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, published on Wed 02.20.2008 at 09:06
I sit in the twilight dim
At the close of an idle day,
And I list to the soft sweet hymn,
That rises far away,
written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, published on Sat 02.16.2008 at 13:31
It is easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, published on Thu 02.07.2008 at 11:35
Sitting to-day in the sunshine,
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, published on Tue 02.05.2008 at 23:48
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.
written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, published on Tue 02.05.2008 at 10:26
However the battle is ended,
Though proudly the victor comes
With fluttering flags and prancing nags
And echoing roll of drums.