Classic Poem

Thou'rt welcome, poet's daughter sweet,
For thee life's golden portals ope;
I bring for thee a present meet,
Prophetic words and songs of hope.

In troublous times thou blossomest,
In days that stir the anxious soul,
When, breaking through thy baby-rest,
A holy warfare's thunders roll.

Yet slumber on in guileless ease,
And dream as poet's daughter should
Of stars and flowers and budding trees,
Of heav'ns bright sheen and waving wood.

Then as the tempest dies away
And warfare's pangs and horrors wane,
Shalt thou thy maiden bloom display
And far extend Love's gentle reign.

The soft desires and dreams of love
That fired thy father's minstrelsy
Shall then descend from realms above
To wake to perfect life in thee.