SHALL I make a song for you, Children dear, Not too hard or long for you, Just as clear As your lives which opened so, A while ago ? How shall I find any word Old or new, That the wise earth has not heard Ages through, Ever since her ways grew sweet With little feet? How you bless my day and hour, She can say, As the sweet and spotless flower Of her May Lies in fullest bloom at rest, Upon her breast. All the happy service done, Well she knows, All the longing, and the one Prayer that goes Trembling through the unknown years, For you my dears. How I love you, she repeats, How rejoice, All my singing she completes, For my voice, Of the song in her great heart, Is but a part. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREAT FRIEND by HENRY DAVID THOREAU TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS ECHOES OF SPRING: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND EVENING SOLACE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE A WORLD WITHOUT WATER by MARY ANN BROWNE NATURAL MAGIC by ROBERT BROWNING DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 4 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |