The Republican journal., 1898-08-04
Written for The journal. ]
Naming the Baby.
BY CHARLOTTE A. E. GREENE.

BY CHARLOTTE A. E. GREENE.
Anxious mother, patient and mild,
Ever watching her infant child;
Gentle, loving, tender and true,
What would this world be without you.
Hopeful, willing and ever kind,
Giving pure gems from store of mind,
Ardent desire, thoughtless of gain
Other than an untarnished name;
Mothers baby, dear little rose,
Sweetest flower that ever grows.
But soon she must name retain
A substantial one must be our aim
Papa calls her his little star,
Bringing to us light from affair.
So may it be that in the end
Light of glory will DER thee extend
Will baby 60 to papa arms?
His magic way most always charms;
y es, come to me, and L will lind
A nice sugar plum of some kind.
Be careful; Charles, don't lay her down,
For she will cry-l see her frown-
just give her a trot on your knees
And see if that will calm and please.
wi it'll greatest care, she is so small,
Do not drop her-if she should fall
She might die from a little blow,
And that would break our hearts, you know
Nonsense, Marie, Is she doll;
She would roll over like ball;
Seems to NE you make a great fuss;
Only Gaby, something To us;
Our girl baby, best in the world"
Then Mare's lips puckered and curle9;
He tossed her up high in the air,
And laughed to see her big eyes stare.
Being tired he then sat down,
Baby mouth open, face in trown,
stretch all you eau, have your own will,
Hard to quiet and seldom still.
A shrek, a Gry-lS 1t pm?
Oh Charles do cali the doctor in,
Her clothes made loose from top to toe
But she would cry, there was no whoa;
Gave her anlst she is not well,
Where the pain las we could not tell
Then laying her down on the floor,
Thought of eXit-went to the door;
There was a sound, bump went her head;
Oh dear me, | know she IS dead.
Quick hand the bottle of bay rum,
Tell me, why don't that doctor Gomez
Such a caper, never before
Was done by child eight months, no more
Artful baby, temper l see,
But she knew how to manage me.
Sleep, my child, on thy mother knee,
While we think of name for thee.
Shall we not give to her thy name?
No, no, for that would give me pain.
There should be only one Marie,
And | alone that one must be.
These names 80 many times gone Ger,
We now can count them by the score.
Then give to her my sisters name,
For one | love, for one of fame,
| give consent, and may she be
AS true woman as sister Z.
| think of what will be her end,
Wonder if she will ever mend.
If death should come to you and me,
How sad the fate for her may be.
Grief unprepared, oh who can know
The pain, the anguish of the blow
Such grief may come, for who can tell
Would our darling be treated We'll?
II would rise, haunt them to the grave"
Yes, Marie, but it could not save;
Should it prove true that we must wean
Love from her that has ever been
The sweet solace of both our hearts,
Could she endure the stings and darts.
l pray that God will keep her dear
Protect her through the coming year.
I know not why l dwell on this
1t makes me sad "Charlotte ] kiss
Did the Omnlpotent power
Control his mind that trying hour?
Sad were his thoughts most true his fears,
For she was left ID orphan tears.
This world to her is bright and gay
Still lures her on to live Away.
All have been kind, she seems to feel
There has been much Of love and veal.
Concord junction, Mass, 1888.