The smile on a baby’s cherub face, The touch of dimpled fingers round your own; The daintiness of crystal and of lace, The grandeur of a pine tree standing lone. The sunshine sparkling on the dewy grass, The bird that flutters past, trilling a song. Grace of a sweet and care-free little lass, The springtime after weary winter long. The family gathered round the table full, Each dear face full of shining love and joy, The quietness; the peaceful evening lull, The unity of siblings—girls and boys. The sound of crickets in the evening air; Music of stream a-trickling over stones. The glow of moonlight, silvery and fair; The stars…