To Little Ellin
My precious babe, my guileless little girl,
The soft sweet beauty of thy cherub face
Is smiling on me radiant as a pearl
With young intelligence, and infant grace;
And must the wintry breath of life efface
Thy purity, fair snow-drop of the spring!
Must evil taint thee—must the world inthral
Thine innocent mind, poor harmless little thing?
Ah, yes! thou too must taste the cup of wo,
Thy heart must learn to grieve, as others do,
Thy soul must feel life's many-pointed sting:
But fear not, darling child, for well I know
Whatever cares may meet thee, ills befall,
Thy God, thy father's God, shall lead thee safe thro' all.
The soft sweet beauty of thy cherub face
Is smiling on me radiant as a pearl
With young intelligence, and infant grace;
And must the wintry breath of life efface
Thy purity, fair snow-drop of the spring!
Must evil taint thee—must the world inthral
Thine innocent mind, poor harmless little thing?
Ah, yes! thou too must taste the cup of wo,
Thy heart must learn to grieve, as others do,
Thy soul must feel life's many-pointed sting:
But fear not, darling child, for well I know
Whatever cares may meet thee, ills befall,
Thy God, thy father's God, shall lead thee safe thro' all.
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