Where did you come from, baby dear?
_Out of the everywhere into the here._
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
_Out of the sky as I came through._
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
_Some of the starry spikes left in._
Where did you get that little tear?
_I found it waiting when I got here._
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
_A soft hand stroked it as I went by._
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
_Something better than anyone knows._
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
_Three angels gave me at once a kiss._
Where did you get that pearly ear?
_God spoke, and it came out to hear._
Where did you get those arms and hands?
_Love made itself into hooks and bands._
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
_From the same box as the cherubs' wings._
How did they all just come to be you?
_God thought about me, and so I grew._
But how did you come to us, you dear?
_God thought of you, and so I am here._
_George Macdonald._