Classic Poem

Dear little one upon my breast,
Not for thy sake alone I love;
But when thy dawn-bright eyes unclose
To mine, that watch thee from above,
In softened mold I vaguely trace
The lines of his belovéd face.

Ah, little one, not solely mine,
But mine and his, thus doubly sweet;
And ours to guide on heavenward path
The journeyings of those little feet.
'T is joy, not fears, that brings these tears,
Thou 'rt God's and ours through all the years!