She is so wee, <br />So wise and dear <br />Her eyes can see, <br />Her ears can hear, <br />The flowers that grow <br />Below the snow, <br />The birds that peep <br />In their eggs asleep, <br />The songs we sing her <br />No other has heard, <br />The love we bring her <br />With never a word.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-born/
