BENEDICTION

Blest in death and life beyond man's guessing

Little children live and die, possest

Still of grace that keeps them past expressing

Blest.

Each least chirp that rings from every nest,

Each least touch of flower-soft fingers pressing

Aught that yearns and trembles to be prest,

Each least glance, gives gifts of grace, redressing

Grief's worst wrongs: each mother's nurturing breast

Feeds a flower of bliss, beyond all blessing

Blest.