Where Did You Come From

1. Where Did You Come From
   Poet: George MacDonald
   
   Where did you come from, baby dear?
   Out of the everywhere into the here.
   Where did you get those eyes so blue?
   Out of the sky as I came through.
   
   What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
   Some of the starry spikes left in.
   Where did you get that little tear?
   I found it waiting when I got here.
   
   What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
   A soft hand strok’d it as I went by.
   What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
   I saw something better than any one knows.
   
   Whence that three-corner’d smile of bliss?
   Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
   Where did you get this pearly ear?
   God spoke, and it came out to hear.
   
   Where did you get those arms and hands?
   Love made itself into bonds and bands.
   Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
   From the same box as the cherubs’ wings.
   
   How did they all just come to be you?
   God thought about me, and so I grew.
   But how did you come to us, you dear?
   God thought about you, and so I am here.







2. Celebrate
   Poet Unknown
   
   The angels light another star
   Each time there is a birth,
   To celebrate each precious child
   The good Lord sends to earth.




Quotes About Babies



3. Infant Joy
   Poet: William Blake
   
   I have no name:
   I am but two days old.
   What shall I call thee?
   I happy am,
   Joy is my name.
   Sweet joy befall thee!
   
   Pretty joy!
   Sweet joy, but two days old.
   Sweet Joy I call thee:
   Thou dost smile,
   I sing the while;
   Sweet joy befall thee!







4. The Stork
   Poet: Lincoln Hulley
   
   My home is away by the side of the sea,
   High up on the branch of an evergreen tree;
   My work is to visit each house in the land,
   And carry it joy in a swaddling band.
   
   My toes are spread out like a triple -pronged fork, -
   Because, as you see, I am only a stork, -
   They stand by me all the long journeys I take,
   To carry my babies o'er mountain and brake.
   
   I wrap up my babies so snug and so warm
   That night airs and darkness can do them no harm;
   Then pick out the people I like much the best,
   And up with a baby I speed from the nest.
   
   I alight on the edge of a high chimney top,
   Then down to the bottom I go with a flop,
   Deliver my bundle, and whisper," Good-bye,"
   Then back to my breezy house lazily fly.