Part 1 (1/2)

Songs of Womanhood.

by Laurence Alma-Tadema.

CHILDHOOD

King Baby

King Baby on his throne Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!

King Baby on his throne Sits reigning all alone.

His throne is Mother's knee, So tender O, so tender O!

His throne is Mother's knee, Where none may sit but he.

His crown it is of gold, So curly O, so curly O!

His crown it is of gold, In s.h.i.+ning tendrils rolled.

His kingdom is my heart, So loyal O, so loyal O!

His kingdom is my heart, His own in every part.

Divine are all his laws, So simple O, so simple O!

Divine are all his laws, With Love for end and cause.

King Baby on his throne Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!

King Baby on his throne Sits reigning all alone.

A Blessing for the Blessed

When the sun has left the hill-top, And the daisy-fringe is furled, When the birds from wood and meadow In their hidden nests are curled, Then I think of all the babies That are sleeping in the world....

There are babies in the high lands And babies in the low, There are pale ones wrapped in furry skins On the margin of the snow, And brown ones naked in the isles, Where all the spices grow.

And some are in the palace On a white and downy bed, And some are in the garret With a clout beneath their head, And some are on the cold hard earth, Whose mothers have no bread.

O little men and women, Dear flowers yet unblown!

O little kings and beggars Of the pageant yet unshown!

Sleep soft and dream pale dreams now, To-morrow is your own....