Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September, 1999 Page: 186
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Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal
62. Bertie ' Baby (published in Colorado Citi-
zen, November 27, 1884, with sub-heading:
"affectionately inscribed to Mrs. Bertie
I love dear Bertie's baby, gaily smiling through
Which beckons with its fairy hand, a hand so
fair and tender,
And stretches out its soft white arms and woos
me to caress it
With kisses oft and oft again, and tender words
to bless it;
Again, and now again, beating on the window
Bertie's baby knows I love it, and how ardently I
To clasp the little baby hand that beats upon the
Bertie's baby has no name by which any one
can call her,
So I call her Lovey Dovey, as plain English would
That's baby talk for love and dove, she under-
stands it better
So quickly does her dove-like heart beat with a
Her pearly finger tips dyed by the rose's lips
Press my cheek with love's own thrilling, while
her sparkling eyes are telling
That dove-like love resigns in her heart supreme,
nor fears eclipse.
When my soul which like a garden filled with
many varied flowers,
Sees them droop beneath some wintry cloud
which darkly o'er them lowers,
And sunlight fades, and music's voice is stilled
and fragrance dying
Is borne away to Tropic fields on breezes sigh-
Bertie's baby like a dream of sunlight's glorious
Brightens every drooping flower and her voice
with music's power,
Thrills into life each gladdening thought, with
which my flowers teem.
Oh baby, if together we should live 'till you are
Would the dove take flight from out its nest, and
love grow cold and colder?
Would you leave me desolate should want, the
wolf, come near my door?
Would you pass me with averted eyes, like some
I have loved before?
Sweet! the tears are in your eyes and you look
with grieved surprise
At cruel doubts and stinging, of the snow-white
dove which winging
Her flight to earth, so late came down with bless-
ings from the skies.
If, baby, we together should be called to yield
To Him above and seek the sphere we both
through Christ inherit,
You'd rise to where the cherubs dwell, the pur-
est and most holy,
While I a sinner "saved by grace" must dwell
among the lowly,
Would you wave your angel hand from amid the
Should you call and I should hear you, would you
beckon me to come near you?
To the golden, golden glory where the Heavenly
I said to dear Bertie's baby, this piece is written
To tell the world of your winsome ways, and to
say I love you dearly,
She grasped and crumpled the paper white, while
in my arms I wound her,
Then tore it to fragments, dropping each like fall-
ing leaves around her;
Here’s what’s next.
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