A CHILD'S KISS.

Sweet is the maiden's kiss that tells

The secret of her heart;

Holy the wife's — yet in them dwells

Of earthliness a part;

While in a little child's warm kiss

Is naught but heaven above,

So sweet it is, so pure it is,

So full of faith and love.

‘ Tis like a violet in May

That knows nor fear nor harm,

But cheers the wanderer on his way

With its unconscious charm.

‘ Tis like a bird that carols free,

And thinks not of reward,

But gives the world its melody

Because it is a bard.