You thought when little Jennie came Life could not hold for you A sweeter charm than you then found In her bright eyes of blue; But now you find an added joy In little "Number Two."
Sweet Gladys, with her dusky eyes And silken auburn hair— A tender little floweret she, Like snowdrop white and fair; A little plant from babyland Entrusted to your care.
Foster her then with carefulness, That she may daily grow Worthy her heav'nly home, the while She blossoms here below; And like a flower may she diffuse Perfume where'er she go.
