Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume I. Of Home: of Friendship. 1904. | | | | Poems of Home: I. About Children | | The Babie | | Jeremiah Eames Rankin (1828–1903) |
| | | NAE shoon to hide her tiny taes, | |
| Nae stockin’ on her feet; | |
| Her supple ankles white as snaw, | |
| Or early blossoms sweet. | |
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| Her simple dress o’ sprinkled pink, | 5 |
| Her double, dimplit chin, | |
| Her puckered lips an’ baumy mou’, | |
| With na ane tooth within. | |
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| Her een sae like her mither’s een, | |
| Twa gentle, liquid things; | 10 |
| Her face is like an angel’s face, | |
| We ’re glad she has nae wings. | |
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| She is the buddin’ o’ our luve, | |
| A giftie God gied us: | |
| We maun na luve the gift owre weel, | 15 |
| ’T wad be nae blessing thus. | |
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| We still maun lo’e the Giver mair | |
| An’ see Him in the given; | |
| An’ sae she ’ll lead us up to Him, | |
| Our babie straight frae Heaven. | 20 | | | |
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