Baby, see the flowers!
 -- Baby sees
Fairer things than these,
Fairer though they be than dreams of ours.

Baby, hear the birds!
 -- Baby knows
Better songs than those,
Sweeter though they be than sweetest words.

Baby, see the moon!
 -- Baby's eyes
Laugh to see it rise,
Answering light with love and night with noon.

 ... 
 -- Baby's face
Takes a graver grace,
Touched with wonder what the sound may be.

 ... 

Baby, hear the bells!
 -- Baby's head
Bows, as ripe for bed,
Now the flowers curl round and close their cells.

Baby, flower of light,
Sleep, and see
Brighter dreams than we,
Till good day shall smile away good night.