Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. (Quote by - John Keble)

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery. (Quote by - Helen Hunt Jackson (Helen Hunt))

Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola. (Quote by - Francis Thompson)

A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on. (Quote by - Carl Sandburg)

The hair she means to have is gold, Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old, Plump are her fists and pinky. She fluttered down in lucky hour From some blue deep in yon sky bower-- I call her "Little Dinky." (Quote by - Frederick Locker-Lampson)

The hand that rocks the cradle--but there is no such hand. It is bad to rock the baby, they would have us understand; So the cradle's but a relic of the former foolish days, When mothers reared their children in unscientific ways; When they jounced them and they bounced them, those poor dwarfs of long ago-- The Washingtons and Jeffersons, you know. (Quote by - Edmund Vance Cooke)

A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping. (Quote by - Samuel Lover)

Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the Everywhere into here. (Quote by - George MacDonald)

He smiles, and sleeps!--sleep on And smile, thou little, young inheritor Of a world scarce less young: sleep on and smile! Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering And innocent! (Quote by - George Gordon Noel Byron)

Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms, And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine, To hail his father; while his little form Flutters as winged with joy. Talk not of pain! The childless cherubs well might envy thee The pleasures of a parent. (Quote by - George Gordon Noel Byron)

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun, Up stairs and doun stairs in his nicht-goun, Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock, "Are the weans in their bed? for it's now ten o'clock." (Quote by - William Miller)

Rock-bye-baby on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough bends the cradle will fall, Down comes the baby, cradle and all. (Quote by - Bible)

A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel, Perplex'd with the newly found fardel of life. (Quote by - Frederick Locker-Lampson)

A daughter, and a goodly babe, Lusty and like to live. The queen receives Much comfort in't, says, 'My poor prisoner, I am innocent as you.' (Quote by - William Shakespeare)

Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. (Quote by - William Blake)

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. (Quote by - Lord Alfred Tennyson)

When you fold your hands, Baby Louise! Your hands like a fairy's, so tiny and fair, With a pretty, innocent, saintlike air, Are you trying to think of some angel-taught prayer You learned above, Baby Louise. (Quote by - Margaret Eytinge)

Sweetest li'l' feller, everybody knows; Dunno what do call him, but he's mighty lak' a rose; Lookin' at his mammy wid eyes so shiny blue Mek' you think that Heav'n is comin' lost ter you. (Quote by - Frank Lebby Stanton)