Classic Poem

Something to live for came to the place,
— — Something to die for maybe,
Something to give even sorrow a grace,
— — And yet it was only a baby!

Cooing, and laughter, and gurgles, and cries,
— — Dimples for tenderest kisses,
Chaos of hopes, and of raptures, and sighs,
— — Chaos of fears and of blisses.

Last year, like all years, the rose and the thorn;
— — This year a wilderness maybe;
But heaven stooped under the roof on the morn
— — That it brought them only a baby.