A NURSERY DARLING
              A Mother's Breast:
     Safe refuge from her childish fears.
     From childish troubles, childish tears,
     Mists that enshroud her dawning years!
     See how in sleep she seems to sing
     A voiceless psalm - an offering
     Raised, to the glory of her King
              In Love: for love is Rest.

              A Darling's kiss:
     Dearest of all signs that fleet
     from lips that lovingly repeat
     Again, again, their message sweet!
     Full to the brim with girlish glee,
     A child, a very child is she,
     Whose dream of heaven is still to be
             At Home: for home is Bliss.