Babies, though, with all their crimes and errors, are not without their use--not without use, surely, when they fill an empty heart; not without use when, at their call, sunbeams of love break through care-clouded faces; not without use when their little fingers press wrinkles into smiles.

然而，婴儿尽管有种种罪过和错误，也并非毫无用处：他们填满空落的心，他们一声呼唤，爱的阳光便穿透愁云密布的脸；他们小小的手指，把皱纹推成微笑。