Author George Meredith When my little son leaps in my sight, And his laughter rings in the air,Often will pure delight Surprise my heart with prayer.I find that my soul has flown Thro' the future of his daysHas fallen at Heaven's throne & mingled prayer with praise. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments