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 signs that fleet
from lips that lovingly repeat
Again, again, their 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.