Only a Baby Small

Only a Baby Small
 
Only a baby small,
     Dropped from the skies,
Only a laughing face,
     Two sunny eyes;
Only two cherry lips,
     One chubby nose;
Only two little hands,
     Ten little toes.
 
Only a golden head,
     Curly and soft;
Only a tongue that wags
     Loudly and oft;
Only a little brain,
     Empty of thought;
Only a little heart,
     Troubled with naught.
 
Only a tender flower
     Sent us to rear;
Only a life to love
     While we are here;
Only a baby small,
     Never at rest;
Small, but how dear to us,
     God knoweth best.
 
by Matthias Barr
 
Matthias Fritschler Barr was born on 6 December 1831 in Edinburgh, Scotland. He became a poet and a publisher. Matthias Fritschler Barr passed on at 80 years of age on 21 December 1911 in London, England.