A Nursery Darling

A Mother's breast:

Safe refuge from her childish fears,

From childish troubles, childish tears,

Mists that enshroud her dawning years!

see how in sleep she seems to sing

A voiceless psalm—an offering

Raised, to the glory of her King

In Love: for Love is Rest.

A Darling's kiss:

Dearest of all the signs that fleet

From lips that lovingly repeat

Again, again, the message sweet!

Full to the brim with girlish glee,

A child, a very child is she,

Whose dream of heaven is still to be

At Home: for Home is Bliss.