A Child’s Smile

A CHILD'S smile--nothing more;

Quiet, and soft, and grave, and seldom seen;

Like summer lightning o'er,

Leaving the little face again serene.

I think, boy well-beloved,

Thine angel, who did grieve to see how far

Thy childhood is removed

From sports that dear to other children are,

On this pale cheek has thrown

The brightness of his countenance, and made

A beauty like his own--

That, while we see it, we are half afraid,

And marvel, will it stay?

Or, long ere manhood, will that angel fair,

Departing some sad day,

Steal the child-smile and leave the shadow care?

Nay, fear not. As is given

Unto this child the father watching o'er,

His angel up in heaven

Beholds Our Father's face for evermore.

And he will help him bear

His burthen, as his father helps him now:

So may he come to wear

That happy child-smile on an old man's brow.