I reckon the finest sight of all
That a man can see in this world of ours
Ain’t the works of art on the gallery wall,
Or the red an’ white o’ the fust spring flowers,
Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow mines;
But the’ sight that’ll make ye want t’ yell
Is t’ catch a glimpse o’ the fust pink signs
In yer baby’s cheek, that she’s gittin’ well.
When ye see the pink jes’ a-creepin’ back
T’ the pale, drawn cheek, an’ ye note a smile,
Then th’ cords o’ yer heart that were tight, grow slack
An’ ye jump fer joy every little while,
An’ ye tiptoe back to her little bed
As though ye doubted yer eyes, or were
Afraid it was fever come back instead,
An’ ye found that th’ pink still blossomed there.
Ye’ve watched fer that smile an’ that bit o’ bloom
With a heavy heart fer weeks an’ weeks;
An’ a castle o’ joy becomes that room
When ye glimpse th’ pink ‘in yer baby’s cheeks.
An’ out o’ yer breast flies a weight o’ care,
An’ ye’re lifted up by some magic spell,
An’ yer heart jes’ naturally beats a prayer
O’ joy to the Lord ’cause she’s gittin’ well.
(Edgar Albert Guest)
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