ONLY A BABY'S FACE.
Copyright, 1S97, by Lane, Hall & Co.
Words and Musks by H. Irving Dillenback.
In a humble home liv'd a young mother, with baby and husband so kind;
Foolish longings for untasted pleasures with discontent poison'd her mind;
Over nothing they quarreled, like lovers, she left him without one embrace,
But his sad heart found one consolation, the love-light In his baby's face.
Only a baby's face, wreath'd in its curly hair,
Two little roguish eyes, angels' smiles lurking there;
Nothing the heart can reach like its sweet winning grace,
Nothing on earth so pure, only a baby's face.
In the world all alone, sad and heartsick, she struggled her living to earn;
Tho' repenting her folly sincerely she yet was too proud to return;
But one day the sweet face of a baby impell'd her her steps to retrace,
For she could not resist the reproaches she read in that sweet baby face.
To that heart-broken husband one evening, for pardon his poor wife return'd,
In the name of their dear little baby she pleaded for love she had spurn'd;
When she told how her eyes had been opened and begged she might take her
He forgave, and in loving arms welcomed the mother of that baby face.