Child life: a collection of poems . — I see a robin smiling. And I will make a promise, dears. That will content you, may be :I 11 love you through the happy years, Till I m a nice old lady !True love (like yours and mine) they say Can never think of year by year, and day by day. Keeps steadily increasing. — Poems written for a Child. GRACE AND HER FRIENDS. Your walk is lonely, blue-eyed Grace,Down the long forest-road to school. Where shadows troop, in many a sullen chasm to sunless pool. Are you not often, little maid, Beneath the sighing trees afraid ? Afraid, — benea
Child life: a collection of poems . — I see a robin smiling. And I will make a promise, dears. That will content you, may be :I 11 love you through the happy years, Till I m a nice old lady !True love (like yours and mine) they say Can never think of year by year, and day by day. Keeps steadily increasing. — Poems written for a Child. GRACE AND HER FRIENDS. Your walk is lonely, blue-eyed Grace,Down the long forest-road to school. Where shadows troop, in many a sullen chasm to sunless pool. Are you not often, little maid, Beneath the sighing trees afraid ? Afraid, — beneath the tall, strong treesThat bend their arms to shelter me. And whisper down, with dew and sounds that float on lovingly, Till every gorge and cavern seems Thrilled through and through with fairy dreams ? 48 CHILD LIFE. Afraid, — beside the water dimThat holds the baby-lilies white Upon its bosom, where a hymnRipples forth softly to the light That now and then comes gliding in, A lilys budding smile to win ? ^. Fast to the slippery precipiceI see the nodding harebell cling ; In that blue eye no fear there is ; Its hold is firm, — the frail, free thing The harebells Guardian cares for me : So I am in safe company. OUT OF DOORS. 49 The woodbine clambers up the cliif And seems to murmur, Little Grace,The sunshine were less welcome, if It brought not every daj^ your leaves slip down from maples high,And touch my cheek as they flit by. I feel at home with everything That has its dwelling in the wood ;With flowers that laugh, and birds that sing, — Companions beautiful and and sisters everywhere ;And over all, our Fathers care. In rose-time or in berry-time,— When ripe seeds fall, or buds peep out, — When green the turf, or white the something to be glad about. It makes my heart bound, just to pass The sunbeams dancing on the grass. And when the bare rocks shut me in Where not a blade of grass will grow,My happy fancie
Size: 1709px × 1461px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., book, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, booksubjectchildrenspoetry
