Baby, baby true, Man, whate'er he do, May deceive not you. Smiles whose love is guile, Worn a flattering while, Win from you no smile. One, the smile alone Out of love's heart grown, Ever wins your own. Man, a dunce uncouth, Errs in age and youth; Babies know the truth | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BABY-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |