Where Shall the Baby's Dimple Be ?
Over the cradle a mother hung, Softly crooning a slumber song;
And these were the simple words she sung all the evening long:
"Cheek or chin, or knuckle or knee,
Where shall the baby's dimple be ?
Where shall the angel's finger rest
When he comes down to the baby's nest ?
Where shall the angel's touch remain
When he awakens my babe again ?"
Still as she bent and sang so low, a murmur into her music broke;
And she paused to hear, for she could but know the baby's angel spoke.
"Cheek or chin, or knuckle or knee,
Where shall the baby's dimple be ?
Where shall my finger fall and rest
When I comes down to the baby's nest ?
Where shall my fingers touch remain
When I awaken your babe again ?"
Silent the mother sat, and dwelt, long in the sweet delay of choice;
And then by her baby's side she knelt, and sang with pleasant voice:
"Not on the limb, O angel dear!
For the charm with it's youth will disappear;
Not on the cheek shall the dimple be,
For the harboring smile will fade and flee;
But touch thou the chin with an impress deep,
And my baby the angel's seal shall keep."
